Mose slipped from the saddle and tossed the bridle to Shanghai.
"I ain't heard the boss say he'd scratch him," said Shanghai.
Shanghai, as I write this, is just recovering from a bubonic plague scare.
They are brought from Shanghai, and, as a rule, they languish and die in a few months.
And then suddenly I remembered Shanghai and how delightful I was there.
If one could be delightful in Shanghai one must be delightful at home too.
The mud was too deep for the Shanghai to run and the bantam killed him.
A Shanghai man, for instance, is unintelligible to a Cantonese, and so on.
When I was a little girl, I had a nice great Shanghai hen given to me.
For a long time he had been in correspondence with the chief banks in Shanghai and Macao.
