It makes a difference, S.Behrman, on which of these two figures you are basing your seven per cent." "That all may show obstinacy, Harran," observed S.Behrman vaguely, "but it don't show common sense." "We are threshing out old straw, I believe, gentlemen," remarked Magnus.
"The question was thoroughly sifted in the courts." "Quite right," assented S.Behrman.

"The best way is that the railroad and the farmer understand each other and get along peaceably.

We are both dependent on each other.

Your ploughs, I believe, Mr.Derrick." S.
Behrman nodded toward the flat cars.
"They are consigned to me," admitted Magnus.
"It looks a trifle like rain," observed S.Behrman, easing his neck and jowl in his limp collar.

"I suppose you will want to begin ploughing next week." "Possibly," said Magnus.
"I'll see that your ploughs are hurried through for you then, Mr.
Derrick.