How gorgeous!

“Oh, how do you do,” she said.

How you ever get anything done is beyond me.

“How about a chair, Will?” asked one of the guards.

“But how is the movement going in Italy?” he asked.

“How do you get to West Egg village?” he asked helplessly.

She liked it how much A. J. Smith and Mrs. Smith liked Jim.

She liked it about how white his teeth were when he smiled.

“That’s all right maybe this time,” said Drevitts, “but how did you know they were wops when you bumped them off?”

I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.

They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved him and how it was impossible to get along without him and how terrible it was missing him at night.

One day she found that she liked it the way the hair was black on his arms and how white they were above the tanned line when he washed up in the washbasin outside the house.