"But my sirloin of beef isn't a luxury."
"For the purpose of my argument," I said, "it is a luxury and must be treated as such."
"Do you know," she said, "I don't think I'll bother about tonnage. I'll tackle Mrs. Mincer in my own way."
"You're throwing away a great opportunity," I said.
"Never mind," she said. "If I feel I'm being beaten I'll call you in. Your power of lucid explanation will pull me through."
R.C.L.
Elder to Beadle. "Well, John, how did you like the strange minister?"
Beadle. "No Ava, Elder—he's an awfu' frichtened kin' a chap yon. Did ye notice how he aye talked aboot 'oor adversary, Satan'? Oor own meenister just ca's him plain 'deevil'—he doesna care a dom for him."