He'd think smoke in a picture was horrible--unless he could use it for an advertisement." "Yes," she said, thoughtfully.

"And really he's the town.

They ARE buried pretty deep, it seems, sometimes, Bibbs." "And yet it's all wonderful," he said.

"It's wonderful to me." "You mean the town is wonderful to you ?" "Yes, because everything is, since you called me your friend.

The city is only a rumble on the horizon for me.