"Shall I sing the chorus now or would you prefer to hear it later." "Later, by all means," flung back Nora.
"As you please.

As you please," returned Hippy with a careless wave of his hand.

"I am not chary of my art.

I ask for but one recompense." "There he goes," groaned Dave Nesbit.
"I'm not going," retorted Hippy, with dignity.

"I'm standing perfectly still.