"I thought you meant lately.
Well, I'm rakin' it, ain't I?
Say, Ros," he added, eagerly, "did you go to the post-office when you was uptown?
Was there a letter there for you ?" "What makes you think there was ?" "Asa Peters' boy, the bow-legged one, told me.

The chauffeur, the feller that pilots the automobiles, asked him where the post-office was and he see the address on the envelope.

He said the letter was for you.

I told him he was lyin'-- " "What in the world did you tell him that for ?" I interrupted.

I had known Lute a long time, but he sometimes surprised me, even yet.
"'Cause he is, nine times out of ten," replied Lute, promptly.