I'm going to the ball game.

Better come along." "Too frivolous for me," declared Johnny, eying his little book regretfully.

"There's a thirty-five-thousand-dollar day almost gone.
All I can credit myself with is a flivver.

I'm going to stay right here on the job and figure hotel." At three-thirty Loring returned.
"So you're not going to the game, Johnny ?" he observed with a sly smile.
"At five thousand an hour! Nev-ver!" "Too bad," regretted Loring still smiling.

"I just saw Constance and Polly.