To youth belongs much.
Johnny Gamble, caught amidships, as it were, snorted.
"Well, I don't live out there," he said.
Mr.Slosher smiled.
"That is all, I believe," he announced as he assisted Mrs.Slosher to her feet with that punctilious gallantry which defies a younger man to do it better.
At four o'clock Jim Guff called Mr.Gamble on the telephone.
"Hello, Gamble!" he hailed in an entirely new voice.

"You're a robber!" "You flatter me," returned Johnny quite comfortably.

"Is there anything I can do for you in that line ?" "A whole lot," replied Guff.

"I'll accept the price you gave Mrs.Guff on that river-view site." "Too late," answered Johnny cheerfully.

"I withdrew that offer before Mrs.Guff left the office.