"I went out last year.

It's your turn." "But I'm contented here," said Peter.
Ambrose shook his head.

"It wouldn't do me any real good," he said.
"It makes it worse after.

It did last year.

I couldn't bring a white wife up here." "Well, sir, it's a problem," said Peter with a weighty shake of the head.
This serious, sentimental kind of talk was a strain on both partners.
Ambrose made haste to drop the subject.
"I believe I'll start the new warehouse to-morrow," he said.