We each got double-dips with chocolate on top and strawberry on the bottom.

Suyin had tardily, but accurately, realized that night life in this urbane company was bound to be more exciting than a cinema date with two sincere, but unelegant, factory workers.

Death by drawing and quartering usually dismembered the condemned person.

“Tom Sawyer, I want to ask you some questions.” “Go ahead,” he says, and I see Jim chirk up to listen.