I was just thinking about her picking up the flowers, and that it was queer for her to do it, when like a brick it hit me, THAT'S DAVID'S GIRL! I tried to turn around, but you know what Main Street is in the middle of the day.

And those idiots of policemen! They ordered me on, and I couldn't turn for a street car coming, so I called to one of them that the girl we wanted was down the street, and he looked at me like an addle-pate and said, 'What girl?
Move on or you'll get in a jam here.' You can use me for a football if I don't go back and smash him.

Paid him five dollars myself less than two weeks ago to keep his eyes open.

'TO KEEP HIS EYES OPEN!'" panted the doctor, shaking his fist at David.

"Yes sir! 'To keep his eyes open!' And he motioned for things to come along, and so I lost her too." "I think we had better go back to the street," said the Harvester.
"Oh, I'd been back and forth along that street for nearly an hour before I gave up and came here to see if I could find you, and we've hunted it an hour more! What's the use?
She's gone for this time, but by gum, I saw her! And she was worth seeing!" "Did she appear ill to you ?" The doctor dropped on a chair and threw out his hands hopelessly.
"This was awful sudden, David," he said.