I begin to like this lolling in luxury, and I keep the bell-boys on the jump.
Won't you have something to drink ?" Arkwright pointed his slim cane at the rent in the shirt.

"What are you going to do with that ?" said he.
"This?
Oh!"-- Josh thrust his thick backwoods-man's hand in the tear--"Very simple.

A safety-pin or so from the lining of the vest--excuse me, waistcoat--into the edge of the bosom." "Splendid!" ejaculated Arkwright.

"Superb!" Craig, with no scent for sarcasm so delicate, pushed on with enthusiasm: "The safety-pin's the mainstay of bachelor life," said he rhetorically.
"It's his badge of freedom.

Why, I can even repair socks with it!" "Throw that shirt away," said Arkwright, with a contemptuous switch of his cane.