You'd like to see it; well, here it is.

You can let me have it back to-morrow.

Now, good-bye.

Drive on, Davis." The cab jumbled and rattled over the paving stones, and Mrs.Meadowsweet lay back against the cushions, and fanned her hot face.
"I wonder if it's true about those poor girls being so badly fed," she inquired of her daughter.

"Dear, dear, and there's nothing young things want like generous living.