She was his best sister.

She knew it was for the best.

He was the best picador living.

I think it’s the best thing to do.

He must be about the best guy there is.

“It’s the best time of year,” Nick said.

“The best arrowheads went all to pieces,” he said.

“American men make the best husbands,” the American lady was saying.

“Americans make the best husbands,” the American lady said to my wife.

I got to like it, though, part of it, anyway, and say it’s got the best race courses in the world.

He could not make out which the young gentleman and his wife understood the best so he was being bilingual.

The doctor came up to the machine where I was sitting and said: “What did you like best to do before the war?”

She was got up to the best of her ability as a siren, more popularly a “vamp”⁠—a picker up and thrower away of men, an unscrupulous and fundamentally unmoved toyer with affections.

The town ain’t so much, but there’s a lake and a swell forest that we used to go off bumming in all day, a couple of us kids, and my old man made me a sling shot and we got a lot of things with it but the best one was a magpie.

Anyway, I guess it wouldn’t have been any good, anyway, because looking back on it I remember the way I thought out would be best to speak to her was to say, “Pardon me, but perhaps I can give you a winner at Enghien today?” and, after all, maybe she would have thought I was a tout instead of really trying to give her a winner.