"This looks a little as though your story was true," said Mr. Bogart.
"Yes; I have it in my pocket," I replied, acting upon the advice of Mr. Bogart.
They referred me to their captain, who was Bogart, the Methodist preacher.
But Bogart, taking out the cigar, smiled at it with a shrewd squint.
Then as a thought struck him, "Why did Judge Bogart ask you to leave?"
"Well, it kept you a lady, and a fool," snapped Judge Bogart.
Judge Bogart wants me to take a basket of them up to Mrs. Ralling.
Did you ever know anyone who ever had any influence with Bogart?
Bogart says "Yes;" and thinks, "but they are delicious to teach."
I've seen most of it, and any part where there's men is bad, Bogart.