He learnt the blessed ditty, out of sheer curiosity, and I picked it up from him." "What is it all about ?" "I don't know.

I believe it tells the Austrians their real name, but I couldn't translate a line of it to save my life." Curtis leaned back in the car and laughed.
"You are by way of being a genius," he said.

"I have seen a crowd go stark, staring mad because some idiot waved a black flag, but that was a symbol of the Boxer rebellion, and it meant something.

In this instance, among people so far away from their own country, one would hardly expect----" He broke off suddenly, and leaned forward.
The car had just entered Madison Square, at the junction of Broadway and Fifth Avenue, south of 23rd Street.

A Columbus Avenue street-car had halted to allow traffic to pass, and a gray automobile which was coming out of Fifth Avenue had been held up by a policeman stationed there.