Polished old boy you'd meet in a club.
And Mrs.Harvey D .-- Mother--say, she can't do enough for me! Bores me stiff lots of times about whether I'm not going to be sick or something.
And money--Lord! I'm supposed to have an allowance, but they all hand me money and tell me not to say anything about it to the others.

Of course I don't.

And Harvey D.himself--he tries to let on he's very strict about the allowance, then he'll pretend he didn't pay me the last quarter and hand me two quarters at once.

He knows he's a liar, and he knows I know it, too.

I guess I couldn't have fallen in with a nicer bunch.