Lives next door to the church, he does." "Take us there," and Curtis entered the vehicle, which whirled out of sight in the peculiarly downright fashion of the automobile.
The elevator man looked after it, and tickled another section of his scalp.
"I'd a notion she was going to marry that Frenchman," he said to himself.

"Of course, it's her business, an' not mine, but of the two I'd take a chance with this new fellar.

An' it's odd, too, that they shouldn't know where to go, unless they mean to pick up Froggy on the road.

Well, wimmen is queer creetures, they are, sure, an' the English ones are just as queer as the Americans.

Not that Miss Grandison ain't a peach wherever she comes from, an' I hope she'll be happy, night an' day till the time comes when she don't care if it snows." He glanced up at the sky, rolled a cigarette, and, before returning indoors, sniffed a keen wind which was rustling the last crisp leaves in Central Park.