Come along, Elmore; I can go that way." "It'll be longer for you." "Not a bit." Lorne cast a shrewd glance at his companion.

"And as we're passing, you might just introduce me to your mother; see ?" "She won't expect it, Lorne." "That's all right, my son.

She won't refuse to meet a friend of yours." He led the way as he spoke to the point of vantage occupied by Mrs Crow, followed, with plain reluctance, by her son.

She was a frail-looking old woman, with a knitted shawl pinned tightly across her chest, and her bonnet, in the course of commercial activity, pushed so far back as to be almost falling off.
"You might smarten yourself with that change, Elmore," she addressed him, ignoring his companion.

"There's folks coming back for it.
Two-dollar bill, wa'n't it?
Fifty cents--seventy-five--dollar'n a half.
That's a Yankee dime, an' you kin march straight back with it.