Some young people were out under the wateroaks playing croquet. Mr. Pontellier's two children were there—sturdy little fellows of four and five.

One of the President's aides gave us a ten-minute backgrounder on the dairy industry before the meeting.

But there ain't no such island as Thespia (unless it's in some private cement pond in Teck's Ass)

She saw that he loved Ethel Churchill, utterly, worshippingly: that the withered flower which Ethel flung from her was to him a treasure.