"Oh, no; you can't expect one man to do everything."
"Go on with your story."
"But is there anything in it?"
"If you mean your story, I don't think there's much in it."
"If you cut it short enough," said Mortimer, "we'll all contribute."
"There spoke a disgruntled Englishman," Flummers exclaimed. "Having no humor himself, he scowls on the—the"—He scalloped the air, but it failed to bring the right word. "Jim, you'd better confine yourself to the writing of encyclopedias and not meddle with the buzz-saw of—of sharp retort."
"He appears to have made it that time," said Whittlesy.
"Now, Whit, it may behoove some men to speak, but it doesn't behoove you. Remember that I hold you in the hollow of my hand."
"Let us have the story," said Henry.
"But is the laborer worthy of his hire—is there anything in it?"