People's Clothes Ought To Be

I Could Marry The Devil Himself If He Had Some Money.

Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!

A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss Of Innocence, At Once A Penalty And A Compensation.

I Wonder If There Isn't A Catch About Having Plenty Of Money? Does It Eventually Take The Pleasure Out Of Things?

And At Last Father Flung The Rug Off As If It Were Hampering Him And Strode Over To The Table Saying, 'cocoa, Cocoa!'-- It Might Have Been The Most Magnificent Drink In The World; Which, Personally, I Think It Is.