Say, he's a sure-enough character! Lordy, but I'd love to paint that face!...

So-long, son." The car swung around the drive and roared away.

Larry mounted to the piazza.

Dick was waiting for him, and excitedly drew him down to one corner that crimson ramblers had woven into a nook for confidences.
"Captain, old scout," he said in a low, happy voice, "I've just told sis.

Put the whole proposition up to her, just as you told me.