Ain't these six-figured Los Angeles telephone numbers the limit?
When you call 208972 or something, it sounds like paging a box-car.

I was going to ask you over.

Ma had cooked a lovely mess of corned beef and cabbage.

Anyway, you come eat with us to-morrow night, will you?
She'll have something else cooked up that will stick to the merry old slats.

You can come home with me when we get in from work." So it was that on the following night he enjoyed a home evening with the Montagues.