Did Johnny think, f'r cat's sake, he could light in front of the Alexandria and call a bell-hop to take the plane?
Did he think they could put the darn thing in an auto park?
What about telephone wires and electric light wires and trolley wires?
Bland would like to know.

Leave it to Johnny, the crowd would now be roped off the spot and the cops fighting to make a gangway for the ambulance, and women would edge up and faint at the ghastly sight.
Leave it to Johnny-- "Leave it to me," Johnny cut in acrimoniously, "and we'd have landed right side up, anyway.

I wouldn't have lit in the middle of a mess of beans.

Beans! Good gosh! For half a cent I'd go back and make camp there.

That's what we ought to do, anyway, instead of walking all night, getting to town.