I'm just a countryman and he's a millionaire.

He'll be the big show in this town from now on.

When he blows his nose seven-eighths of this community 'll start in workin' up a cold in the head." He turned on his heel and started to go.
"Will you ?" I asked, slily.
He looked back over his shoulder.

"I ain't subject to colds--much," he snapped.

"But YOU better lay in a supply of handkerchiefs, Ros." I smiled.