'[...] It's just gettin' 'old of the right little woman, and 'aving a nice little 'ome of your own to go back to at night.'
'[...] like a Tin Pan Alley song hit, except that you've left out the scent of honeysuckle and Old Mister Moon climbing up over the trees. [...]
'It ain't an art, sir. It's just gettin' 'old of the right little woman, and 'aving a nice little 'ome of your own to go back to at night.'
'Mac', said Billie admiringly, 'you talk like a Tin Pan Alley song hit, except that you've left out the scent of honeysuckle and Old Mister Moon climbing up over the trees. [...]'.
A Damsel in Distress. Chapter 2