"I didn't pay any of them a penny," said he.

"There is damn fools everywhere, and you wait," said he, "an' see ef there ain't more come to light next time.

I'll fetch it yet, along of the fools, an' ef I can raise a leetle money, an' I begin to see my way clear to that." "How's that ?" John was asked by the small young man.
"I'm layin' low 'bout that," replied John, mysteriously.
"Now, John," said the postmaster, "you wouldn't lay low if there was a good chance to make some money, and not give us poor devils a chance ?" The postmaster spoke consciously.

He expected what came, the buzz of remonstrance at his classing himself in his new office with poor devils.
"You'd better talk about poor devils," growled the milkman, Tappan.
"You'd better talk.

Huh! here you be, don't hev to git to work till eight o'clock, an' quittin' at eight nights, and fifteen hundred a year.