I must have time.' 'How much ?' 'Six months.' 'Agreed.' He drew up a note for four hundred dollars at six months, and I signed it.
I began to think I was stuck.

Then the boys came in, and among them was Lincoln.

'Cheer up, Billy,' he said.

'It's a good thing.

We'll take an inventory.' 'No more inventories for me,' said I, not knowing what he meant.