Sinclair Lewis

“ The dear honey-lamb, so ingenious and really, rather good-looking. But so lonely and gregarious - like a little woolly dog that begs you to come and play; and I slapped him when he patted his paws and gamboled- It was horrible. I'll never forgive myself. ”

“ And once baby's person laundry was seen flapping on a line across a tonneau!
⁠In each car was what looked like the crowd at a large farm-auction - grandfather, father, mother, a couple of sons and two or three daughters, at least one baby in the arms of each grown-up, all jammed into two seats already filled with trunks and baby-carriages. And they were happy - incredibly happier than the smart people being conveyed in a bored way behind chauffeurs. ”

“ When she did recall him, it was respect quite different from the titillation that dancing men had sometimes aroused, or the impression of manicured agreeableness and efficiency which Jeff Saxton carried about.
⁠She always supplicated the mythical Milt in moments of tight driving. Driving, just the actual getting on, was her purpose in life, and the routine of driving was her order of the day: Morning freshness, rolling up as many miles as possible before lunch, that she might loaf afterward. ”

“ Come on."
⁠Never has the greatest boy pianist received such awe as Claire gave to this contemptuous young god, with grease on his peachy cheeks. She did come on. But she rather hoped that she was in great danger. It was humiliating to telephone to a garage for nothing. When she came into the gas-smelling garage in Saddle Back she said appealingly to the man in charge, a serious, lip-puffing person of forty-five, "Was it safe to come in with the brake-band like that?" ”