"You didn't run over nobody, I hope." "Well, I came devilish near it.

Ha! ha! You see, the old tarrier was crossing Saint Nicholas Avenue, with a big market basket full of provisions--the family dinner, I suppose.

By Jove, the household appetites must be good ones.

It was slippery as the mischief, I was running the car, and I tried to go between the fellow and the curb.
It would have been a decent bit of steering if I'd made it.

But--ha! ha!--by Jove, you know, I didn't.