She isn't very strong, yet she can't find anyone to suit, down there--" "I might not suit, either," said Marian, her voice somewhat muffled.
"Oh, I'm not afraid of that.

And--there's a message I want to send--I promised mother I'd--" "Oh, hush! You're really an awfully poor prevaricator, Bud.

This is to help me, you're planning." "Well--it's to help me that I want you to take part of the money.

The gang won't hold you up, will they?
And I want mother to have it.

I want her to have you, too,--to help out when company comes drifting in there, sometimes fifteen or twenty strong.