unearths some literary gems.
From Secretary of Frivolous Affairs, by May Futrelle:
[Btw, this author also wrote a book called Lieutenant What's-His-Name.]
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She had never had as close as a fourth cousin connection with a romance.
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It was a problem that had the Servant Question tied in a double knot.
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"I know my A-B-abs of golf."
[What's with this upper/lower, C-unaware version of the ABCs?? Googling this, of course, is hopeless.]
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"I do hope she doesn't want me for a sort of sublimated lady's maid."
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to find out Who's Who in Society and Why
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She had gone to a lecture, anyhow, on the Whereness of the Which, or something equally intellectual.
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A breakfast gong at eight, and mother at the head of the table pouring coffee. It's her hobby.
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I whirled in the scheme of things, marveling every instant that I didn't fly off into the air from tangential impetus.
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"You win!" Hap exclaimed, and he tossed her an olive.
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It was a dark green cloth bag like lawyers carry their--whatever they do carry in them.
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