Mary, which is as common as a white violet, and like that has something indestructibly sweet and simple, and fit for all wear, high or low, suits the cottage or the palace, the garden or the field, the pretty and the ugly, the old and the young;

“Well, am I goin' your way, or are you comin' mine?” he asked. “I'll come with you, if it's all the same,” said Miss Moss. And she sailed after the little yacht out of the café.

That's an awful wingle of a road.

If there is one person who can be held responsible for the emergence of cocaine as a recreational pharmaceutical, it was Freud.