"You mean it ?" he asked.
"Yes, give me your hand.

Now that you are decent I want to shake it.
That is the only way we can help each other." Kitty was poring over her accounts when Felix arrived at the express-office and made his way to her sitting-room.

She had had a busy day, the holiday season always bringing a rush of extra work, and her wagons had been kept going since daylight.

The trend of travel was to Long Island and Jersey towns, the goods being mainly for the Christmas and New Year's festivities.

John was away--somewhere between the Battery and Central Park--and so were Mike and Bobby, the boy having been pressed into service now that his vacation had begun.
"Are you too busy to talk to me, Mistress Kitty ?" he said, stripping off his mackintosh and hanging it where its drip would do no harm.
"Too busy! God rest ye.