Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin' the way of livin' right, yes. Said he, "No wingin', no ragtime singin', tonight", yes. Up jumped Aunt Hagar and shouted out with all her might.
I was a stranger in the city. Out of town were the people I knew. I had that feeling of self-pity. What to do, what to do, what to do. The outlook was decidedly blue.