By the time that an author hath written out a book, he and his readers are become old acquaintants

Miss Ina Claire tells me that half her acquaintances call her Eenah and the other half Eynah. She answers docilely to either.

Most of the time he lay among the shadows, left the conversation to his elders. Except for those sudden, uncannily prescient, occasionally barbative, remarks. Uttered quietly but firmly.

Near the same plot of ground, for about six yards compasse were digged up coals and incinerated substances, […]