With Lily at his heels, the favourite of Lady Luck made his way into the midnight fog which lay above the city.
The Wildcat sought a smile in the frown which had gathered on Lady Luck's features.
I don' need nuthin' 'ceptin' Lily an' Lady Luck—an' mebbe a slug o' gin.
Lady Luck, Epworth exclaimed as he stepped out on the top of the airship.
However, Lady Luck wasn't letting him have everything his own way.
He was up against a proposition of putting his entire trust in Lady Luck.
She was one homely sharecropper, that was a fact, but she had a nice feel for Lady Luck.
And Lady Luck smiled on him twice, because he discovered with mounting joy that the uniform wasn't a bad fit at all.
But if Lady Luck answered it was simply the mocking laughter that he still imagined to be ringing in his ears.
Three hours later these two agents of Lady Luck engaged in a little hard work in their search for easy money.