"I've been shoe-makin' ever since I was fourteen, and I'll be blest if I can show five dollars, to save my life." "What's worse," said Clapp, "there isn't any prospect of anything better in my case.

What's a feller to do on fifteen dollars a week ?" "Won't old Anderson raise your wages ?" "Not he! He thinks I ought to get rich on what he pays me now," and Clapp laughed scornfully.

"If I were like Ferguson, I might.

He never spends a cent without taking twenty-four hours to think it over beforehand." My readers, who are familiar with Mr.Ferguson's views and ways of life, will at once see that this was unjust, but justice cannot be expected from an angry and discontented man.
"Just so," said Luke.

"If a feller was to live on bread and water, and get along with one suit of clothes a year, he might save something, but that aint _my_ style." "Nor mine." "It's strange how lucky some men are," said Luke.