I'm blest if I know how I'm to get along.

Lately I've been working for a paint-shop, painting landscapes on safes.

I drew down fifty dollars a week there, but I've lost my job." "Good Lord, Van!" Geary suddenly exclaimed, nodding his head toward him reflectively, "I'm sorry for you!" The other laughed.

"Yes; I suppose I'm a pitiable looking object, but I'm used to it.

I don't mind much now as long as I can have a place to sleep and enough to eat.