"Lost your ball, have you?
Well, I expect if you dig deep enough in my pocket, you can find it again.

Hello! You've got a punch, ain't you, sonny?
A regular John L., I reckon." Putting the child down, he continued sheepishly to Patty: "I always had a soft spot for the kids.

Never could pass one in the street without stopping." On the porch, beside a broken perambulator, which contained a black-eyed baby with a bottle of milk, a stout man sat reading the afternoon paper, while with one hand he patiently pushed the rickety carriage back and forth.

As they reached the porch, he laid aside his paper, and rose with his hand still on the perambulator.
"Oh, it's you," he said, "Mr.Gershom." "I've brought this lady to see Mrs.Green," returned Gershom.

"How is she ?" The stout man shook his head and surveyed Patty curiously but not discourteously.