Cleary checked with another neighbor to ask if it was true, and was told, “Absolutely not.”
"Don't ask what it is," said Cleary, as he gulped down his rations.
"Blast that long-horned steer," Cleary, the assistant foreman, cried.
Cleary remarked that they "would put the laugh on the other side of their mouths in a day or two."
I had heard that Cleary was sensitive about having no advanced degree.
Meanwhile Cleary had been conversing with the brave young lieutenant at his side and the reverend gentlemen beyond him.
Cleary wagged his hairy old paw to the chair beside his desk.
I have just asked Mrs. Cleary to look after Masie and she has promised she will.
"And the promotion this will undoubtedly earn—if you can bring it off," Cleary added.
That was all, just the date, because Cleary was itching to take me to see a man.