I heard her say so.
And she's going to bring you seventy to-morrow." "You'll only waste it, Pinky," remonstrated Mrs.Bray.

"It will all be gone before morning." "Fan," said the woman, leaning toward Mrs.Bray and speaking in a low, confidential tone, "I dreamed of a cow last night, and that's good luck, you know.

Tom Oaks made a splendid hit last Saturday--drew twenty dollars--and Sue Minty got ten.

They're all buzzing about it down in our street, and going to Sam McFaddon's office in a stream." "Do they have good luck at Sam McFaddon's ?" asked Mrs.Bray, with considerable interest in her manner.
"It's the luckiest place that I know.

Never dreamed of a cow or a hen that I didn't make a hit, and I dreamed of a cow last night.