Here I put this solid gold ring, sumptuous and golden, eighteen carats, eighteen golden carats of the priceless mother of metals, toiled fer on the wild Pacific slope, eighteen garnteed, I put this golden ring, rich and golden, in the package with the hangkacheef, the elegant and blue-ruled note-paper, self-writing pens, pencil and penholder.

Who takes the lot?
Who takes it, ladies and gents ?" His tongue curled about his words; he seemed to love them.

"Fer a quat-of-a-dollah! Don't turn away, young man--you feller in the green necktie, there.

We all see the young lady on your arm is a-langrishing fer the golden ring and the package.

Faint heart never won fair wummin'.
There you are, sir, and you'll never regret it.