He said he reckoned he could, an' she told him he could experiment on some other woman.

An' now Lazy'll have to look around quite a spell before he'll get another chancst.

I'd call that bein' in mighty poor luck." Lazy was giving his undivided attention to his plate.
"An' she come right out an' told Wrinkles he was too old; that when she was thinkin' of gettin' wedded to some old monolith she'd send word to Egypt, where they keep 'em in stock.

Beats me where she gets all them words." "Told me she'd studied her dictionary," said a man who sat near Ferguson.
The young man grinned.

"Well, I swear if I didn't come near forgettin' Clem Miller!" he said.