"It is getting late." "I do not like these foreign places," she replied.

"I should prefer to go to the grill-room of a good restaurant." "We will take a taxicab," he announced.

"You have no objection ?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"If you have the money and don't mind spending it," she said, "I will admit that I have had all the walking I want.

Besides, the toe of my boot is worn through and I find it painful.

Yesterday I tramped ten miles trying to find a man who was getting up a concert party for the provinces." "And did you find him ?" he asked, hailing a cab.
"Yes, I found him," she answered, indifferently.