Your pocket?
Not a bad idea; but let me put it in." Peter stood while she undid his breast-pocket and stuffed it inside.
"Anything more ?" demanded the French saleswoman interrogatively.
"Not to-day, merci," said Julie.

"You see, Peter, you couldn't carry undies for me, even in your pocket; it wouldn't be respectable.

_Do_ come on.

You will keep us here the entire day." They passed the smoking department, and she stopped suddenly.

"Peter," she said, "I'm going to give you a pipe.