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"They're fine, I'd have ye know," replied Mrs. Butler, quite unconscious of the joke. "No doubt of it, mother," replied Callum. "Real brain-food. Let's feed some to Norah." "You'd better eat some yourself, smarty. My, but you're gay! I suppose you're going out to see somebody. That's why." "Right you are, Norah. Smart girl, you. Five or six. Ten to fifteen minutes each.
Clement Westall, as her husband descended from his improvised platform, saw him merged in a congratulatory group of ladies. Westall's informal talks on "The New Ethics" had drawn about him an eager following of the mentally unemployed those who, as he had once phrased it, liked to have their brain-food cut up for them. The talks had begun by accident.
Westall's informal talks on "The New Ethics" had drawn about him an eager following of the mentally unemployed those who, as he had once phrased it, liked to have their brain-food cut up for them. The talks had begun by accident. Westall's ideas were known to be "advanced," but hitherto their advance had not been in the direction of publicity.
Such people could become fishers permanently, and grow very wise from so much brain food." "They wouldn't eat, Mr. Armitage. Brain-food forsooth! You talk like a breakfast-food advertisement. My idea mine, please note is for such fortunate people to sail in pretty little boats with orange-tinted sails and pick up lost dreams. I got a hint of that in a pretty poem once
I've seen the time," he said, turning round with the mug, when she had drained it, in his hand, and addressing Marcia and Halleck as the most accessible portion of the English-speaking public, "when I used to be down on coffee; I thought it was bad for the nerves; but I tell you, when you're travelling it's a brain-food, if ever there was a brain " He dropped the mug, and stumbled back into the heap of sleeping children, fixing a ghastly stare on Marcia.
They circumnavigated Wellesly Island, making short stops at several points of interest and at about 4:30 p.m. tied up in a quiet shelter overhung by a low-limbed tamarack and cast their baited fishhooks into the water for a "brain-food" supper. This was not more than half a mile from the tie-up where they passed their first night in the Thousand Islands.
"We'll be manufacturing by New Year's." "That's the point. What'll we be manufacturing?" "By crikey! That reminds me. Haven't settled that yet. Might as well do it right now," said the presiding genius of the place with Olympian decision. "Dr. De Vito, what's the newest wrinkle in brain-food?" "Brain-food?" hesitated the little physician. "Something new?"
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