You used to know him when you was a boy, but but er Mr. Atkins, this is Captain Cyrus Whittaker. Cy, this is Congressman Atkins. You've heard us speak of him." The great man started. "Is it possible!" he exclaimed. "Is it possible that this is really my old playmate Cyrus Whittaker?" "Yup," replied the captain calmly. "How are you, Heman? Fatter'n you used to be, ain't you?
"Get a lift every quarter, though, I suppose?" says I. "I'm getting the same salary I began with, if that's what you mean," says he, tacklin' another sandwich that had got past the meat inspectors. "Yours must be fatter'n most of the Saturday prize packages they hand out in the general office, or you wouldn't have kept satisfied so long," says I.
Slim, she says you've got to be Santy and come down the stovepipe and give the kids fits and popcorn strung on a string. She says you've got the figure." Weary splashed into the wash basin like a startled muskrat. The Happy Family looked at one another distressfully. "He's fifteen pounds fatter'n I be." "Go tell her yourself," said Weary, appeased.