Besides," she argued triumphantly, "it's savin' light." First and last he heard a great deal about saving at Blodgett's.

Aggie, who was making up her white things, had something to tell every evening almost, about the price of insertion.

But it was saving for a purpose; they were in the way, most of them, of being investors.

J.Wilkinson had sixty dollars in his brother's cigar stand on Fifty-fourth street.

He used to let his brother off for Sunday afternoons with quite a proprietary air.