Mrs. McCay paused a moment to wipe the tears away; while Flipout put the friction heavy on his nose.
McCay was in no mood to subscribe to this stony-hearted view.
Go along now, and attend to Mrs. McCay, and I will arrange my plans for the dinner.
He took up the receiver, and was hailed by the comfortable voice of McCay, the club secretary.
Now McCay happened to be of a romantic and sentimental nature.
McCay was the sort of man who keeps old ball programmes and bundles of letters tied round with lilac ribbon.
McCay paused in the act of lighting his cigar, as one smitten with a great thought.
McCay sucked his cigar in silence for a while, watching with dreamy eyes the blue smoke as it curled ceiling-ward.
I find Mrs. McCay an excellent, plain old lady, with neither airs nor pretentions, and very kind-hearted.
Mrs. McCay, do you know anything about the slice of bacon that is alleged to have been stolen?