Right now there isn't a harder-workin', brighter business man in this city than Jim.

I've pushed him, but he give me something to push AGAINST.

You can't push 'nervous dyspepsia'! And look at Roscoe; just LOOK at what that boy's done for himself, and barely twenty-seven years old--married, got a fine wife, and ready to build for himself with his own money, when I put up the New House for you and Edie." "Papa, you'll catch cold in your bare feet," she murmured.

"You better come to bed." "And I'm just as proud of Edie, for a girl," he continued, emphatically, "as I am of Jim and Roscoe for boys.

She'll make some man a mighty good wife when the time comes.