See the city.

I won't hurt you." "I know you won't," she remarked, half truthfully.
"Got on the new shoes, haven't you?
Stick 'em out George, they look fine.

Put on your jacket." Carrie obeyed.
"Say, that fits like a T, don't it ?" he remarked, feeling the set of it at the waist and eyeing it from a few paces with real pleasure.

"What you need now is a new shirt.

Let's go to breakfast." Carrie put on her hat.
"Where are the gloves ?" he inquired.
"Here," she said, taking them out of the bureau drawer.
"Now, come on," he said.
Thus the first hour of misgiving was swept away.
It went this way on every occasion.