And then a certain fiddle in the orchestra--I could distinguish it--began to say as it scraped away, 'Why not, why not ?' And then, in that rapid movement, all the fiddles took it up and the conductor's stick seemed to beat it in the air: 'Why not, why not ?' I'm sure I can't say! I don't see why not.

I don't see why I shouldn't do something.

It appears to me really a very bright idea.

This sort of thing is certainly very stale.

And then I could come back with a trunk full of dollars.