You never saw anybody look so g-grand.

He's gotten to be a regular swell, and he walks like this." Annette held her umbrella horizontally, squared her shoulders, and swung bravely across the room.
"Sandy Kilday ?" gasped Jimmy, with a clutch at the letter in his pocket.

"Where's he at ?" "He's trying to get up from the d-depot.

He has been an hour coming two squares.

Everybody has stopped him, from Mr.Moseley on down to the b-blacksmith's twins." "Is he coming this way ?" asked Jimmy, wild-eyed and anxious.
Annette stepped to the window.
"Yes; they are crossing the street now." She opened the sash and, snatching a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, which she sailed out of the window.