Would this chit never understand that he disapproved of her trifling ways?
He went on, rejoicing that he had not been compelled to part, even temporarily, with a first-class full-dress suit, hitherto worn only in the privacy of Lowell Hardy's studio.

It would have been awkward, he thought, if the demand for it had been much longer delayed.

He would surely have let that go before sacrificing his Buck Benson outfit.

He had traversed the eucalyptus avenue in this ecstasy, and was on a busier thoroughfare.

Before a motion-picture theatre he paused to study the billing of Muriel Mercer in Hearts Aflame.