As I didn't say anything, he took another handful, and then sat down and gazed at the check for five minutes in awe.

After breakfast I calculated how much I would have after I paid my debts.

I still owe say $23, and I have some shoes to pay for and my hair to cut.

I had a wild idea of going over to New York and buying some stocks, but I guess I'll go to Bond's and Baker's instead.
I'm going down street now to see if Drexel wants to borrow any ready money-on the way down I will make purchases and pay bills so that my march will be a triumphal procession.
I got a story on the front page this morning about an explosion at Columbia Avenue Station--I went out on it with another man my senior in years and experience, whom Watrous expected to write the story while I hustled for facts.

When we got back I had all the facts, and what little he had was incorrect--so I said I would dispense with his services and write the story myself.