And I hadn't forgotten the Grand Trunk case we put down to you last week without exactly askin'.

Your old man was as mad as a hornet--wanted to stop his subscription; Rawlins had no end of a time to get round him.

Little things like that will creep in when you've got to trust to one man to run the whole local show.

But I didn't want the Mercury to have another horse on us." "Do you think you'll get a look in, Lorne ?" asked Dr Harry.
"Oh, not a chance of it.

The old man's as keen as a razor on the case, and you'd think Warner never had one before! If I get a bit of grubbing to do, under supervision, they'll consider I ought to be pleased." It was the sunniest possible tone of grumbling; it enlisted your sympathy by its very acknowledgement that it had not a leg to stand on.
"They're pretty wild about it out Moneida way," said Dr Harry.