"I'll forget myself some day and trip so hard that they'll be asking Washington for my recall.

I'll go over to the gardens and listen to the band.

They are playing dirges to-night, and anything funereal will be a light and happy tonic to my present state of mind." He was standing on the curb in front of the hotel, his decision still unrounded, when he noticed a closed carriage hard by the fountain in the Platz.

The driver dozed on his box.
"Humph! There's a man who is never troubled with counting the fool's beads.

Silver and copper are his gods and goddesses.