"Because I have them trained there to accept me. I can do pretty much as I choose at the university. But mainly I want to write my four-act play in earnest—my New Testament drama, Judas. And I know of no better place to go to."
"Good-bye, and don't fail to pay me a visit in the spring."
"I will ... for a few weeks ... on my way to Paris."
"Paris? How are you going to get there?"
"I'll take a few cars of cattle east to New York from the Kansas City stock yards ... and I'll work my way across on a cattle boat."
"Good-bye! I wish I had your initiative!"
"Good-bye! Mrs. Baxter ... glad to have met you!"
"Good-bye, Mr. Gregory," and she dropped my hand quickly and turned on her heel, walking away with easy grace. I admired the back of her legs as she disappeared into her tent.
"Good-bye, Dan!"
"Good-bye, Buzzer!"