There was something about the man, about his nervous, yet boyish way of speaking, about his enthusiasm, that wiped out suspicion and invited confidence.

The owner of the Blue Poppy mine leaned forward.
"But you did n't finish your sentence about--the writer of that card." "You mean--oh--well, there 's nothing to that.

I 'm in love with her.
Been in love with her since I 've been knee-high to a duck.

So 're you.

So 's every other human being that thinks he's a regular man.
So's Maurice Rodaine.