He's more to be pitied than anything," a man from New York drawled, as he lay at full length along the cushions under the wet skylight.

"They've dragged him around from hotel to hotel ever since he was a kid.

I was talking to his mother this morning.

She's a lovely lady, but she don't pretend to manage him.
He's going to Europe to finish his education." "Education isn't begun yet." This was a Philadelphian, curled up in a corner.

"That boy gets two hundred a month pocket-money, he told me.