"Oh, Martin, please! We are green, but a hundred pounds a month--!" "Dollars," said Martin shortly.

"Don't be an ass! I beg pardon," he added, turning to Mrs.Dunn, who was meantime greatly amused.
"A hundred dollars a month; that is--I am so weak in arithmetic--twenty pounds, I understand.

Go on, Martin; I'm waiting for the carriage and pair." "That's where you get left," said Martin.

"No carriage and pair for this chap yet awhile; overalls and slouch hat for the next five years for him.

Then he begins contracting on his own." "I beg your pardon," says "Lily." "I mean he begins taking jobs on his own." "Great!" cried Miss Brodie.
"Or," continued Martin, now fairly started on a favourite theme, "there are the railroads all shouting for men of experience, whether in the construction department or in the operating department." "Does anyone here happen to understand him ?" inquires "Lily" faintly.
"Certainly," cried Miss Brodie; "all the intelligent people do.