That's going some! You weren't supposed to have it till the thirty-first.

Polly's proud of you!" "I don't think you get the joke of this yet, though, Polly," Loring went on.

"The Wobbleses don't know that Johnny had already arranged to sell their land, and the subdivision company doesn't know that the beautiful Bronx tract is the Wobbles estate.

In the meantime both parties are here, and I'm lurking behind the scenery with all the necessary papers ready to sign, seal and deliver." "Hush!" commanded Polly; "I'm getting excited.

It sounds like the finish of the third act.