I've got a good pile of money together, now.

At first it didn't come easy; but now it's got started it pours in and pours in; it seems like there was no end to it.

I've got well on to three million; but it couldn't keep me from losin' my son.

It can't buy me back a minute of his life; not all the money in the world can do it!" He grieved this out as if to himself rather than to Beaton, who, scarcely ventured to say, "I know--I am very sorry--" "How did you come," Dryfoos interrupted, "to take up paintin' ?" "Well, I don't know," said Beaton, a little scornfully.

"You don't take a thing of that kind up, I fancy.