They'll let me wait here until noon.

I've got a comfortable seat where I can peep out at the people on the street, and I don't feel lost now that you know where I am." Then with a little giggle, "I'm like the Irishman's tea-kettle that he dropped overboard.

It wasn't lost because he knew where it was--in the bottom of the sea." "Well, you're Mary, all right," laughed Joyce.

"That speech certainly proves it.

Don't worry, I'll get you home as soon as possible." "Telephones are wonderful things," confided Mary to the saleswoman.
"They are as good as genii in a bottle for getting you out of trouble.