I've covered fifty stiff miles myself, so here's for bed.

Good-night.

Don't call me in the mornin'." He turned into the blankets all-standing, and as he dozed off Vance could hear him muttering, "_How far is it, my man_?
_I say, how far is it_ ?" Regarding Lucile, Corliss was disappointed.

"I confess I cannot understand her," he said to Colonel Trethaway.

"I thought her bench claim would make her independent of the Opera House." "You can't get a dump out in a day," the colonel interposed.
"But you can mortgage the dirt in the ground when it prospects as hers does.