"Why, Billie Hawker, b'ginger!" they cried.
"How's the wolf, boys?
At the door yet ?" "'At the door yet ?' He's halfway up the back stairs, and coming fast.

He and the landlord will be here to-morrow.

'Mr.Landlord, allow me to present Mr.F.Wolf, of Hunger, N.J.Mr.Wolf--Mr.Landlord.'" "Bad as that ?" said Hawker.
"You bet it is! Easy Street is somewhere in heaven, for all we know.
Have some breakfast ?--coffee and cake, I mean." "No, thanks, boys.

Had breakfast." Wrinkles added to the shirt, Grief aroused himself, and Pennoyer brought the coffee.

Cheerfully throwing some drawings from the table to the floor, they thus made room for the breakfast, and grouped themselves with beaming smiles at the board.
"Well, Billie, come back to the old gang again, eh?
How did the country seem?
Do much work ?" "Not very much.