Two women, leading curled and pampered toy dogs, were talking at the corner of the street.
"Sugar, my dear ?" one was saying.

"Why, I laid in nearly a hundredweight, and I can always get what I want now.

The shopkeepers know that they have to have your custom after the war.

It's only the people who can't afford to buy much at a time who are really inconvenienced." "Of course, it's awfully sad about the war, and all that, but one has to think of oneself.

Harry told me last night that after paying all the income tax he couldn't get out of, and excess profits; he is still--" The voices dropped to a whisper.