You know I don't care anything about the business.
It can't go very wrong, anyhow.

What does it matter if my income isn't invested properly, or the bond coupons cut when they're due?
Drat the money!" "That's what I say," added Patsy eagerly.

"Be a man, Major Doyle, and put the business out of your mind.

Let's go somewhere and have a good romp.

It will cheer us up." The Major stared first at one and then at the other.
"What's the programme, John ?" he asked stiffly.
"It's going to be a cold winter," remarked the little man, bobbing his head up and down slowly.
"It is!" cried Patsy, clasping her hands fervently.