He thought we better go over all the papers ourselves, so the other side couldn't spring anything on us unawares, and there was one paper that hadn't been made out right.

So it had to be fixed, of course.

Baumberger was real put out about it." "Oh, of course!" Miss Georgie went to the window to make sure of the gentleman's whereabouts.

He was still sitting upon the store porch, and he was just in the act of lifting a tall, glass mug of beer to his gross mouth when she looked over at him.

"Pig!" she gritted under her breath.
"It's a pity he doesn't drink himself to death." She turned and faced Peaceful anxiously.
"You spoke a while ago as if you didn't trust him implicitly," she said.