You call a cigar a "convoluted weed," and so on, you know; that passes for facetiousness.

I've never really tried my hand at that style yet; I shouldn't wonder if I managed it brilliantly.

Some day I'll write a few exercises; just take two lines of some good prose writer, and expand them into twenty, in half-a-dozen different ways.

Excellent mental gymnastics!' Marian listened to his flow of talk for a few minutes longer, then took the opportunity of a brief silence to rise and put on her hat.

Jasper observed her, but without rising; he looked at his sisters in a hesitating way.