Am I warm yet? — You're hot!

It's nice to see you again, dear, Mom said in her most momlike voice, but I noticed her giving Lindsay this steady, questioning look.

[…] O, O, O, continued the horrible old creature, you billers and cooers, I have been listening to such flatteries, such confessions! Beware, beware, Arthur, there's many a slip.

Now it's only me that I account to. No one's checking up on me, and anything I do has got to be up to me.