"What! You're not going, Beaton ?" "Yes; I'm going to a reception.

I stopped in on my way." "To kill time," Alma explained.
"Well," said Fulkerson, gallantly, "this is the last place I should like to do it.

But I guess I'd better be going, too.

It has sometimes occurred to me that there is such a thing as staying too late.

But with Brother Beaton, here, just starting in for an evening's amusement, it does seem a little early yet.