"Don't spoil a good story, Phil."
"We used to speak the truth in the woods, even when we were joking."
"Well, don't be too severe on us. We only speak the truth here when we are addressing ladies."
"Just reverse the proposition, and it would be more correct," said Marian.
"What shall we have for dinner?" I asked.
"Miss Collingsby must settle that point," answered the skipper.
"Give us a fricandeau de veau, and beignets de pomme."
"Nous n'avons pas des pommes," I replied.
"Is it possible! Do you speak French?" exclaimed Miss Collingsby.
"Un peu."