"The express agent is out.

You can't get your order till we've had a good talk and got each other tagged mentally--only I've tagged you long ago." "I thought you were the express agent.

Aunt Phoebe said--" "Nice, truthful Aunt Phoebe! I am, but I'm out--officially.

I'm several things, my dear; but, for the sake of my own dignity and self-respect, I refuse to be more than one of them at a time.

When I sell a ticket to Shoshone, I'm the ticket agent, and nothing else.