"We have a good imagination."
"—wish you'd exercise your imagination a little for me ... I'd pay you for it."
"For what?"
"—writing poems on Vanna, for me."
My heart gave a wild jump of joy at the opportunity.
"I'll think it over. But if I do so, I won't take anything for it."
Billy shook my hand fervently.
"You're all right, Gregory ... it'll help me a lot ... I've got a case on her, I'll admit."
"Come on!" roared Coach Shaughnessy, "get on the job."
He began calling letters and numbers for a play.