She grabbed a broom, but the monk slipped through the front door, and----" "That's the end of your story.

And a good job it is too," remarked Tom.
"It is better than having no end," retorted Bill.

"You spin out a yarn to beat the band." "It's getting late," spoke up "Hod," yawning.

"If you fellows are going to chew the rag all night I----" "Only a word more," interrupted Tom.

"As I staggered back I fell into the arms of the nurse, who had come down to see what kept me.