She's a pippin, boys!--" "Oh, your lovely, big, white machine!" wailed Rosemary.

"Would you have to sell it, Luck?
Couldn't we squeak along without that ?" "Aw, you don't want to sell your car!" Pink protested.

"I know where I can borrow two or three hundred.

Maybe the Old Man--" "We'll put this thing through alone, if we do it at all," Luck told him bluntly.

"Can't afford to work with borrowed capital; the risk is too great.