Mr.
Gamble had a queer idea that her mere gaze could, on an occasion like this, burn holes through a cake of ice.

Certain it is that Mr.Slosher turned quickly to her--and then, as if he had been galvanized, turned back to Johnny.
"I'll give you until to-morrow night to secure your highest offer and then I'll add five per cent, to it," he stated.
"You understand the restrictions, I suppose ?" ventured Johnny.
"Perfectly.

My kind neighbors have handed me a ten-story apartment-house, with a minimum rental per suite of three thousand dollars a year.

I'm going to build their neighborhood ornament and fill it with high-toned niggers!" Mrs.Slosher smiled.

She was a beautiful young woman.