"I was thinking of buying a new chair and maybe a picture or two for our quarters at Brill.
The old ones are pretty punk, if you'll remember.

Besides, we've got to wait until Dick and Dora step off, you know," went on the youngest Rover.
"That's so--so we have," added Tom, with more of a grin than ever.

"By the way, Dick, how much longer are you going to linger before you scrape up money enough to pay the minister's fee ?" "Just long enough to hammer some common-sense into the heads of two brothers of mine!" cried Dick, and threw a book at Tom and a pillow at Sam.

"Now go to bed and don't forget to wake up early, for we want to be in Rayville by eight o'clock, so we can have all day, if necessary, to locate the biplane." And then he chased Tom and Sam out of the bedroom and locked the door on them.
Left to himself, Dick walked slowly across the room to where the bureau stood.

On the top was a small, framed picture of Dora Stanhope, that had been taken only a few months before.