"You see, mother?" John smiled sadly.
"Yes, my son. You will do what you think best and manliest."
"How's the cat?" asked Warrington.
"It still wanders about, inconsolable," answered Patty. How careworn he looked!
"Poor beast! It is lucky to have fallen in such good hands."
"When you are mayor," said Patty, "you must give me a permit to rescue stray cats from the pound."
"I'll do more than that; I'll build a house of shelter for them."
"What time does your speaker begin?" inquired John, lighting a fresh cigar.
"John, you are smoking too much," remonstrated Mrs. Jack.
"I know it, honey."