Somebody must have put him next, but I knew where he lived and I figured it out that after we came back from Lonely Lane I'd send the landau around and around the block he camped in till I made him dizzy.
Clara Jane was the feature of the game.
She was the limit in ladies' dress goods.
For a chaser she wore one of those feather boas that feel cool because they look so warm.
"For a chaser she wore one of those feather boas."
Well, I turned the horseless gag into the shell road and cut loose.
We were doing about 43 miles an hour and the birdies were singing on the way.
Clarence Edgerton Montrose was working in Shaft No. 3, back in the mines—my lady friend told me so.