His pasty yellow complexion did not show well on a person of his years, and his look was a mixture of irresolution, bravado, and very cheap smartness.

He was dressed in a cherry-coloured blazer, knickerbockers, red stockings, and bicycle shoes, with a red flannel cap at the back of the head.

After whistling between his teeth, as he eyed the company, he said in a loud, high voice: "Say, it's thick outside.

You can hear the fish-boats squawking all around us.

Say, wouldn't it be great if we ran down one ?" "Shut the door, Harvey," said the New Yorker.