The departure was not unduly prolonged. In the road Mr. Love and the driver favoured the company with a brief chanty running. “Got it?—No, I ain't, 'old on,—Got it? Got it?—No, 'old on sir.”

the merely spectacular

Muchos gracias, my friend. —The girls are in the kitchen, Bimbo told Vera.

Hoping that he had missed Fido's passenger truck bringing the “Orangewalkqueños” to town to buy linoleum and rum popo, Don Poldo geared up to thirty-five MPH, just about as fast as he could push the old Morris.