She lives across de street--you can see one of her vagons--dot big vite horse is hers, and she love dot horse as much as she love her husband John and her boy Bobby, all but dot fool dog of Bobby's, she don't love him.

You go over dere and tell her I sent you." The stranger had relighted his pipe, and was watching the dealer clutching nervously at his spectacles, pushing them far up on his forehead, only to readjust them again on his nose.

He had begun to detect behind the fat, round face of the thrifty shopkeeper a certain kindly quality.

"And who may this remarkable lady be, this Mrs.Cleary ?" he inquired.
"She ain't no lady.

She is better as a hundert ladies--she is joost a plain vomans who keeps a express office over dere--Cleary's Express.