Mr.Kling is all right and so am I.I want the job for a tramp who tried to hold me up one night, and who is now scrubbing the floor in a rather disreputable public house on Third Avenue." Kitty let out all her breath and brought her plump hands down on her plump knees, her body rocking as she did so.

"Oh, is that it?
What a start ye give me! I thought ye and Kling had quarrelled.

Sure, I'll take your tramp if ye say so.

We want a man to wash the wagons, and help Mike clean up.

John fired the macaroni we had last month and I didn't blame him.