If he'd just plant his two feet solidly on the ground and get his head out of the clouds.

He's got to do it sometime." "Oh, hell," said Sid.

"Give him time.

If that girl was going to marry me I'd climb up a few air-steps myself and stick my head into any old cloud." "Good old Sid!" said Garry affectionately.

"You'd be sure to hit your head on a star and then you'd be amazed and--" "Oh, you go to thunder!" blustered Sid.
By now Kenny's Bohemia was rushing through its yearly cycle of costume dances.