We'll have some fine little parties together.

You and A.Baird will give us a hand and get us out in the evenings.

We need it, God knows, we've been getting old." Deborah threw him a glance of affection.
"Why, Brucie," she said, in admiring tones, "I knew you had it in you." "So has Edith," he sturdily declared.

"She only needs a little shove.

We'll show you two that we're regular fellows.