"Well, then, good-by," he said, making for the door.

"Good luck." "Good-by and good luck to you.

My word, but you've made optimism sprout all over my garden, and I thought the very roots of it were dead." For a few minutes after Martin was gone, she danced about her appalling room, and laughed and cried and said the most extraordinary things to her dogs.

The little pink beast became hysterical again, and the Chow leaped into a bundle of under-clothing and worried the life out of it.
Finally, having hidden the check in a safe place, the girl ran upstairs to break the good news of her uncle's death to Tootles.

Why, they could do the thing like ladies, the pair of them.