He's practisin' the law." "Lawyers," Mrs Crow observed, "are folks I like to keep away from." "Quite right, too," responded Lorne, unabashed.

"And so you've got my friend here back on the farm, Mrs Crow ?" "Well, yes, he's back on the farm, an' when he's wore out his Winnipeg clothes and his big ideas, we're lookin' to make him some use." Mrs Crow's intention, though barbed, was humorous, and her son grinned broadly.
"There's more money in the law," he remarked "once you get a start.
Here's Mr Murchison goin' to run the Ormiston case; his old man's down sick, an' I guess it depends on Lorne now whether Ormiston gets off or goes to penitentiary." Mrs Crow's face tied itself up into criticism as she looked our young man up and down.

"Depends upon you, does it ?" she commented.

"Well, all I've got to say is it's a mighty young dependence.

Coming on next week, ain't it?
You won't be much older by then.