I'm sort of sorry for Lucy Ayres.

She's a pretty girl, and real ladylike, and I believe she'd give all her old shoes to get him." "Look out, he'll hear you," charged Henry.

Their room was directly under the one occupied by Horace.
Presently the odor of a cigar floated into their open window.
"I should know he'd got home.

Smoking is an awful habit," Sylvia said, with a happy chuckle.
"He'd do better if he smoked a pipe," said Henry.

Henry smoked a pipe.
"If a man is going to smoke at all, I think he had better smoke something besides a smelly old pipe," said Sylvia.