This done, the spectacles went back to the case and the case to the pocket.

In our capital a woman in a kimono may still admonish her servants from a second-story window without loss of dignity, and gentlemen holding high place in dignified callings may sprinkle their own lawns in the cool of the evening if they find delight in that cheering diversion.

Joy in the simple life dies in us slowly.

The galloping Time-Spirit will run us down eventually, but on Sundays that are not too hot or too cold one may even to-day count a handsome total of bank balances represented in our churches, so strong is habit in a people bred to righteousness.
"You needn't be afraid of me; my bark is worse than my bite; you have to talk just that way to these black people.

They've all worked for me for years and they don't any of 'em pay the slightest attention to what I say.