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"Are you sure you feel well, Marjorie?" she asked anxiously. "Perfectly splendid, Captain," was the extravagant assurance, as Marjorie gently backed her mother into a chair. "I'm going to get out of Jerry's clothes and into my own and then we'll have a nice comfy old talk."

But why you were taking the kid along beats me, unless it was just cussedness." What he said was: "Oh, you'll like Epitaph a heap better. I allow you ought to stay at that old town. It's a real interesting place. Finished in the adobe style and that sort of thing. The jail's real comfy, too." "Would you like something to eat, sir?" presently asked Frank timidly.

"But get up from that floor instantly," ordered the girl on the divan. "Nothing worse for colds than rag carpet rugs. There's plenty of room up here out of drafts. Come, lovey. Do try to curl up some. I always fear you will break up in splinters when I see you go wooden." "Too comfy, Dinks, I can't move." "Sneeze then and I'll catch you. You have just got to get up off that chilly floor somehow.

Come and spend Sunday afternoon with me in my den, dear, and I'll promise not to preach. I'll make you so comfy, and show you all my photographs and pretty things, and lay in a stock of fruit and cakes. Do; it will do you good!" But Rhoda hesitated, longing, yet fearing. "I'd love it; it would be splendid, but there's my Scripture!

And, besides, I would n't have put you to so much trouble." "Trouble!" I interrupted. "I would have been only too glad." She smiled at my warmth, proceeding: "Anyhow, I succeeded in finding you alone; now tell me truly am I bothering you?" "Truly, you are not bothering me in the least. I can fancy nothing nicer than sitting just like this and talking with you. It's so so " "Comfy?" archly.

The supercilious youth had been, getting a drink "all comfy" on his own account, and his little stiff moustache was still wet with Jimmy's champagne-cup above the atrocious smile he met us with. He asked us if we'd seen the drawing-room. We said we hadn't, and he advised us to go up and look at it at once, before anybody else did.

"Yes," she went on, "we were so lonely till you came." She broke off to yawn. "Do you know, I'm beginning to get sleepy. Is it the spell, do you think, or only the dark?" "It is not the spell," he said, with conviction. "No?" She moved uneasily. "I'm not very comfy," she remarked. "I wish I were like Cinders. He can sleep in any position. It must be so convenient."

I'd like to hear a little of both, I think, just to see what sort of a case you could make out." "Very well, then, so you shall, but first I'll make you comfy. Which is the least lumpy chair which this beautiful room possesses? Sit down then, and put up your feet while I enjoy my lunch. I do love damson jam!

Three bells tingled all day long, and the only thing that saved Thomas from the "sickbay" was the fact that the bar closed at eleven. And a rough passage added to his labors. No Henley this voyage, no comfy loafing about the main-deck in the sunshine. A busy, miserable, dejected young man, who cursed his folly and yet clung to it with that tenacity which makes prejudice England's first-born.

It made you feel like going to the door and asking for a glass of new milk or a cup of cider; and you had visions of blazing fires in the great fireplace, and brass utensils, hanging from the walls; comfy ingle nooks, old beam ceilings and ancient oak furniture; hams suspended from the kitchen ceilings, and old blue willow pattern plates on the walls.