I am threatened with a bald head early in my young life, but I thank goodness I am not gray.

Why?
What's the joke ?" The loungers on the station platform laughed, and the boy shifted uneasily and leaned against a station pillar.
"'Cause I was to meet er feller named Gray who was comin' in on this train." "Oh! That's it, is it?
I thought you meant is my hair gray," grinned Hippy.

"Oh, Tom! Here is your man.

Here's your guide," cried Hippy, shaking hands cordially with the young fellow.
Detaching himself from the girls of the party of Overland Riders who were assembling their luggage, Tom Gray stepped over to Lieutenant Wingate.
"Are you Joe Shafto ?" questioned Tom, addressing the boy.
"Naw, I ain't.

Joe sent me over to meet you folks and tell you how to git up to the place." "Why isn't Joe here to meet us ?" demanded Grace Harlowe, joining the group in time to hear the boy's explanation.
"Joe's doin' the washin' to-day, and to-morrer is ironin' day.