"Delicate! What an idea!" remonstrated his mother.
"He is young to have that slight inclination to stoop."
"Mere habit. You see, he is so tall. A man of six feet can afford to stoop just a little. It's hardly perceptible."
John Gano shook his head.
"Thinner than he ought to be."
"My patience, but you're hard to please! As if a fat man weren't an abhorrence."
"I didn't say I wanted to see him porpoisical."
"A man of Ethan's age ought not to have an ounce of superfluous flesh."
"Well, I should say he hadn't."
"All of us have invariably been thin."