Captain lote was in the inner office, the morning newspaper in his hand, when his grandson entered and closed the door behind him.
Captain lote was not in the habit of taking his women-folks on his voyages with him.
Captain lote read the letter at first alone in his private office.
Neither Captain lote nor his wife had read anything of the kind in the papers.
If Cap'n lote knew anybody'd smoked a cigarette in here I don't know's he wouldn't kill 'em.
Captain lote's temper was boiling now, contradiction was its worst provocative.
Captain lote watched him for a moment and then put on his own.
Captain lote was the first to speak after ratification of the contract.
"There goes a good girl, Al," was Captain lote's only comment.
Even Captain lote's praise of the Lusitania poem was whole-hearted and ungrudging.