"I'm not much on poetry--but you can bet your bottom dollar it's flowing all right." Then seeing the shade of disappointment on Breen's face at the flippant way in which he had returned Peter's courtesies, but without understanding the cause, he added, tightening his arm around his friend's neck, "Brace up, Jack, old man, and let yourself go.

That's what I'm always telling Jack, Mr.Grayson.

He's got to cut loose from a lot of old-fashioned notions that he brought from home if he wants to get anywhere around here.

I had to." "What do you want him to give up, Mr.Minott ?" Peter had put on his glasses now, and was inspecting Garry at closer range.
"Oh, I don't know--just get into the swing of things and let her go." "That is no trouble for you to do," rejoined Jack, looking into his friend's face.

"You're doing something that's worth while." "Well, aren't you doing something that's worth while?
Why you'll be a millionaire if you keep on.