She polished that blamed quarter the same way she jaws an' sweeps; she polished it 'til she rubbed both sides smooth as glass, an' then Sam wouldn't take it, nuther, 'n' said it wasn't money any more.

So I drilled two holes in it an' sewed it on my pants fer a 'spender butt'n." "But why didn't you deliver the letter ?" "Did ye 'spect I'd tramp way t' Thompson's Crossing fer nuthin' ?" "I gave you a quarter." "An' it turned out to be on'y a 'spender butt'n.

Be reason'ble, Joe." "Where is the letter ?" "'Tain't a letter no more.

It's on'y ol' fambly papers by this time.
Three years is----" "Where is it?
By thunder, Peggy, if you don't answer me I'll put you in jail for breach of trust!" "Ye've changed, Joe," sadly.

"Ye ain't no more like----" "Where is it ?" "Behind the lookin'-glass in my sett'n-room." "Go and get it immediately, sir!" "Ef I hev to cross thet dusty road twic't more, I'll hev to paint all over agin, an' thet's a fact." "Ethel," said Joe, with the calmness of despair, "you'll have to telephone over to the Junction and ask them to send a constable here at once." "Never mind," cried McNutt, jumping up hastily; "I'll go.