It conjures up no definite vision.

But drivel and drool--very excellent words." Mr.Thompson took a cigar and seated himself, expectant and happy.
"Boland, what did you come here for, anyhow ?" demanded Ferdie explosively.

"Do you play tennis?
Do you squire the girls?
Do you take a hand at bridge?
Do you fish?
Row?
Swim?
Motor?
Golf?
Booze?
Not you! Might as well have stayed in New York.

Two weeks now you have perched oh a porch--perched and sat, and nothing more.

Dawdle and dream and foozle over your musty old books.