"It would be much less vulgar to do that, Monty, saving your presence, than to force your millions down every one's throat." "Well, they swallow them, I've noticed," retorted Brewster, "as though they were chocolates." Pettingill interrupted grandiloquently.

"My friends and gentlemen!" "Which is which ?" asked Van Winkle, casually.
But the artist was in the saddle.

"Permit me to present to you the boy Croesus--the only one extant.

His marbles are plunks and his kites are made of fifty-dollar notes.

He feeds upon coupons a la Newburgh, and his champagne is liquid golden eagles.