Aren't you ashamed--just because you're in a love tantrum!" "One more word and you get it!" "May I sing as I trifle with this frugal fare, dear friend?
My heart is _so_ happy that I should love to warble a few wild notes--" He paused to watch his badgered victim dispose of a Martini.
"I wonder," he mused, "if you'd like me to tell you what a cocktail before breakfast does to the lining of your stomach?
Would you ?" "No.

I suppose it's what the laundress does to my linen.

What do I care ?" "_Don't_ be a short sport, Jack." "Well, I don't care for the game you put me up against.

Do you know what has happened ?" "I really don't, dear friend.

The Tracer of Lost Persons has not found her--_has_ he ?" "He says he has," retorted Gatewood sullenly, pulling a crumpled telegram from his pocket and casting it upon the table.