He had the two big, puffy pillows wadded under his head and the reading lamp lighted and throwing a rosy shadow on his tanned countenance.

The smoking set was pulled close and he was reaching for a match when the reporter knocked.
"Come in," he called boredly, and fanned the smoke from before his face that he might look upon this unwelcome visitor who was going to apologize for the sins of his colleagues in Arizona.
The reporter, once he was inside, did not look apologetic, nor did he resemble a reporter, as Johnny knew them.

He was a slim young man, tall enough to wear his clothes like the Apollos you see pictured in tailors' advertisements.

Indeed, he much resembled those young men.
He wore light gray, with the coat buttoned at the bottom and loose over his manly chest.

He also wore a gray hat tilted over one temple in the approved style for illustrated catalogues.