She asked me if I knew what a lofter is and I said, "Sure, I eat them for breakfast every morning!"
When we reached Westchester we met a Society duck named Lionel von Hamburg.
I think his father invented the Hamburger steak.
Lionel was all to the best.
He was Finnegan the Fine Boy, for sure.
One of those tart little red coats squeezed his shape, and around his neck he had a pink stock that was waiting for a chance to choke him.
My lady friend met this gilly once at a bean soiree and she was his evening star.
They sat on the stairs together and put a kink in the caramels.
When the gong sounded for the ice-cream that night Lionel had dipped her out a tubful, and he was sure she liked him for his boyish ways.
So on this occasion it was Lionel's play to give me the low tackle and claim the calico.