"He is the mainstay of this old one-horse town.

Say, she's a beauty, isn't she?
Why, man, that anchor alone is worth more than we make in four months.
And think of the good things to eat and drink.

If I had a million, no pirates or butterflies for mine.

I'd hie me to Monte Carlo and bat the tiger all over the place." Mr.Donovan knew nothing definite about Monte Carlo, but he would have liked to back up against some of those New York contractors on their own grounds.
"Hi! There she goes.

Good luck!" cried the station-agent, swinging his hat with gusto.
The yacht swam out gracefully.