But Annixter was irritated at the Princess's attentions, misunderstanding their motive.
"Get out!" he exclaimed, lifting his feet to the rung of the chair.
"Lord love me, but I sure do hate a cat." "By the way," observed Osterman, "I passed Genslinger by the gate as I came in to-night.

Had he been here ?" "Yes, he was here," said Harran, "and--" but Annixter took the words out of his mouth.
"He says there's some talk of the railroad selling us their sections this winter." "Oh, he did, did he ?" exclaimed Osterman, interested at once.

"Where did he hear that ?" "Where does a railroad paper get its news?
From the General Office, I suppose." "I hope he didn't get it straight from headquarters that the land was to be graded at twenty dollars an acre," murmured Broderson.
"What's that ?" demanded Osterman.

"Twenty dollars! Here, put me on, somebody.

What's all up?
What did Genslinger say ?" "Oh, you needn't get scared," said Annixter.