"Moo-oo-oo-oo!"

In the morning she wore a coat that concealed her satin - white arm, but at noon that member curved graciously smooth and bare. When twelve o’clock sounded on distant whistles, Corcoran imperiously put east and west traffic back on its tail. Heedless of lurid objurgation, he kept the north avenue open, and permitted the south - bound stream to trickle along until a glowing aura of red showed through the wind shield of the tricky roadster. At just the right moment he faced his six feet three of Irish authority toward the north and waved the grinding gears and gnashing teeth of east and west traffic into the clear. That put the golden red bob on the sidewalk dead line.