Just so as I can lay quiet in the Plaza when the sun is out.

There's a hack-stand there, you know, and every time that horse tosses his head so's to get the oats in the bottom of the nose-bag he jingles the chains on the poles and, by God! that's funny; makes me laugh every time; sounds gay, and the chain sparkles mighty pretty! Oh, I don't complain.

Give me a dollar and I'll bark for you!" Geary leaned back in his chair listening to Vandover, struck with wonder, marvelling at that which his old chum had come to be.

He was sorry for him, too, yet, nevertheless, he felt a certain indefinite satisfaction, a faint exultation over his misfortunes, glad that their positions were not reversed, pleased that he had been clever enough to keep free from those habits, those modes of life that ended in such fashion.

He rapped sharply on the table.