I've been talkin' with Tom Blake; he sells papers, and he tells me he makes sometimes a dollar a day.

Isn't that good ?" "Yes, that is very good wages for a boy." "I want to try it, too; but I've got to buy the papers first, you know, and I haven't got any money.

So, if you'll lend me fifty cents, I'll try it this afternoon." "You think you can sell them, Jack ?" "I know I can.

I'm as smart as Tom Blake, any day." "Pride goes before a fall!" remarked Rachel, by way of a damper.
"Disappointment is the common lot." "That's just the way all the time," said Jack, provoked.
"I've lived longer than you," began Aunt Rachel.
"Yes, a mighty lot longer," interrupted Jack.

"I don't deny that." "Now you're sneerin' at me on account of my age, Jack.