"Sarah is coming to the supper.
She's filling her old 'bus up with peaches from the Gaiety.

Not being allowed to sit inside with any of them, I was sent on ahead." "You dog!" Maurice White exclaimed.
"Dog yourself," was the prompt retort.

"Opportunity is a fine thing.
Sometimes I have a gruesome fear that Sarah does not altogether trust me." Kendrick, who had been straightening his tie before the glass, now swung around.
"This way to the lift, boys," he said.

"Time we put in an appearance." The reception room of the Arcadian suite was already fairly well crowded.
Wingate shook hands with his host, a cheery, theatrical-loving soul, and was presented to many other people.

Where he was not introduced he found a pleasing absence of formality, which facilitated conversation and rapidly widened his circle of acquaintances.