"Flossie did that," Vandover explained to Toby.

Ellis was hastily looking through his pockets, fumbling about among his little books.
"I had something here," he kept muttering, "if I can only _find_ it, that told just what to do when you cut yourself with glass.

There may be glass _in_ it, you know." "Oh, that's all right, that's all right," exclaimed young Haight, now altogether disconcerted.

"It don't amount to anything." "I tell you what," observed Geary; "get some court-plaster at the snake doctor's just above here." "No, no, that's all right," returned young Haight, moving off.

"Good night.