I rode up in one of those express elevators of yours, and I kind of feel as if my boots had got tangled up with my necktie.

When that elevator feller cast off from the cellar, I begun to shut up like a spyglass.

Whew! Say, Son, is Mr.Graves in ?" "No," replied the boy, grinning.
"Hum! Still in the sick bay, is he--hey ?" "He's to home.

Got a cold." "Yup.

It's too bad.