"Of course she's thought about it.

Sometimes she thinks she won't, and sometimes she thinks she will, and sometimes she isn't quite sure whether she will or not.

Don't you worry about that part, though, and don't bother to boost me.

Just quietly you take the shine out of these summer champions and leave the rest to your brother Sam." "Fine," agreed Jack.

"Run right along and sell your papers, Sammy, and I'll wire you every time I put over a point." Sam hunted and found Miss Josephine.
"I'm sorry I have to take a run back to New York for two or three days," he said.
She bent upon him a glance of amusement; the old glance of mingled amusement and mischief.
"I thought you were on your vacation," she observed.
"And I am," he insisted.