Romy Tinkle: What is that thing, Quincy? Quincy Tinkle: Um… It’s a giant rolly polly.

I'll have to give myself a promotion!

… Mr. [Edmund] Gosse's blank verse is sweet and varied, and full mostly of a graceful melody. If it has not the trumpet's power, neither has it the trumpet's bray, but rather a flute-like tone of its own.

I saluted Bill at the concert, but he didn't see me through the crowd.