That will hold us over tomorrow comfortably." "It may hold us," Middleton said; "but it certainly won't hold me comfortably.

My idea of comfort, at the present time, would be a round of beef and a gallon of ale." "Ah! You are an epicure," James laughed.

"If you had had three or four years of campaigning in the forest, as I have had, you would learn to content yourself on something a good deal less than that." "I might," the boy said; "but I have my doubts about it.

There's one comfort.

We shall be able to sleep all day tomorrow, and so I sha'n't think about it.