"You threw it at yourself." "Well," continued Florinda, "it's better than liking one of you dubs, anyhow.

He makes money and----" "There," said Grief, "now you've hit it! Bedad, you've reached a point in eulogy where if you move again you will have to go backward." "Of course I don't care anything about a fellow's having money----" "No, indeed you don't, Splutter," said Pennoyer.
"But then, you know what I mean.

A fellow isn't a man and doesn't stand up straight unless he has some money.

And Billie Hawker makes enough so that you feel that nobody could walk over him, don't you know?
And there isn't anything jay about him, either.

He's a thoroughbred, don't you know ?" After reflection, Pennoyer said, "It's pretty hard on the rest of us, Splutter." "Well, of course I like him, but--but----" "What ?" said Pennoyer.
"I don't know," said Florinda.
Purple Sanderson lived in this room, but he usually dined out.