The waiter came up, and I ordered a Coke for her—she didn't drink—and a Scotch and soda for myself, but the sonuvabitch wouldn't bring me one, so I had a Coke, too.

Bagheera appeared with a “MrrrrOW!” on the edge of the table, leaping abruptly up to see what I was doing. When he saw, he got off immediately. He was a smart cat; he never messed with my puzzles. He even found missing pieces for me!

Nothing daunted, the fleet put to sea, and after sailing about the island for some time, a landing was effected in the west of Munster.

[T]he Christian gentleman and scholar of the game was enough to convince the roots of that rabid baseball town that this heavy-footed, butterfingered nine had something to do with the Ruppert Mundys of a few years back, those clubs now known as 'the wondrous teams of yore.'