Plain United States is good enough for me.

Him a-ringin' in fancy starch extras!" "We got to work to-night," he said the next moment, reversing his judgment and surrendering to fate.
And Martin did no reading that night.

He had seen no daily paper all week, and, strangely to him, felt no desire to see one.

He was not interested in the news.

He was too tired and jaded to be interested in anything, though he planned to leave Saturday afternoon, if they finished at three, and ride on his wheel to Oakland.