"Where is she ?" "Round here some place, giving orders to Sammy Chirp.

Why are you loafing this afternoon?
You're supposed to be making five thousand dollars an hour, but I don't see any chance for it here." "It's a holiday," he retorted.

"You're loafing yourself.

I see it's on the program that you're to sell a quarter's worth of violets and a smile, for five dollars a throw at the boutonniere booth.

Notice how I said boutonniere ?" "You got it out of a book," charged Polly disdainfully.