“Do you girls have hope chests?' Lloyd asked.We certainly do.' I don't,' said Betsy. 'My husband and I are going to use paper plates and napkins.'Poor Joe!'Lucky Larry!”

“Betsy. The great war is on but I hope ours is over. Please come home. Joe.”

“My sister having so much to do, was going to church vicariously, that is to say, Joe and I were going.”

“How old are you?" said the girl. "What are you doing here? Do you live here? What's your name?" "I don't know," said Bod. "You don't know your name?" said the girl. "Course you do. Everybody knows their own name. Fibber." "I know my name," said Bod. "And I know what I'm doing here. But I don't know the other things you said.”

“Joe certainly didn't seem concerned with his own enlightenment, but he did seem more intelligent than the average muscle neck. Then he raised his arm, bent his head, and sniffed his pit.Gabrielle looked at the plates in her hands. She should have used paper.”

“If I had a funny thought and a runny nose, but only had one napkin and no paper, I’d rather use that napkin to write on than blow my nose. After all, that’s what sleeves are for.”