On my word it is." "It's too little, come to think of it.

I'll make it three thousand." "Doc!" "If you don't close with me, 'Rast, by the jumping Jupiter, I'll make it four thousand," cried the dentist, with exasperation.
"Say twenty-five hundred, Doc." "Right on the nail.

Give me your check here--this minute." "And you'll enter the names in the books ?" "Before you leave the office.

Have you got the list ?" "Yes; in my pocket," said Mr.Hopkins.
"Then make out your check and I'll get the books." There was a stir behind the partition and a sound of chairs scraping the floor.

Patsy slid out the door and flew down the stairs at the imminent danger of breaking her neck.