"They are different animals," Bob said. "You like New York, don't you?"
"Love it."
"Well, here's to it, then," he lifted his clam shell gayly, and Elizabeth gravely lifted one of her own. They drained the liquor ceremoniously.
"I hope I shall see you in the winter," Bob Stoddard said.
"You'll see me," Tom interposed quickly, "I'm coming on to visit you in my Christmas vacation."
"You said that last year."
"Well, this year I'm coming."
"I'm in a comatose condition," Peggy complained at dusk, as they lingered under their favourite tree to talk over the events of the day. "I hope nobody will ever mention any kind or variety of food to me again. If Tom hadn't brought all that candy, I should feel better, and I think those ice-cream cones we had on the way were nasty."
"They tasted nice and cooling at the time," Elizabeth said. "I wouldn't want another one right now."
"And your family are all in the house there, eating," Peggy said. "Can't you hear the merry clatter of their knives and forks?"