There was something familiar to his memory in the oval face, but this was no time for a diligent search.
"Hey, miss," yelled one of the newsboys, "you're t'rowin' your money away.

He's a fake; he ain't no statoo seller.

He's doing it for a joke!" Fitzgerald lost a little color, that was all.

But his customer ignored the imputation.

She took out a card and laid it on the tray, and without further ado went serenely on her way.