Good night.

God bless you!" She stood for a moment on the top step to taste the air that was filled with the essence of youth.

Across a sky as clear as crystal a series of young clouds were chasing each other, putting out the stars for a moment as they scurried playfully along.

It was a joy to be alive and fit and careless.

Summer was lying in wait for spring, and autumn would lay a withering hand upon summer, and winter with its crooked limbs and lack-luster eyes was waiting its inevitable turn.
"A short life and a merry one!" whispered Joan to the moon, throwing it a kiss.
A footman, sullen for want of sleep, opened the door of the limousine.
Some one was sitting in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Marty! Is that you ?" "It's all right," said Gilbert Palgrave.