But on account of the missus I've got to kinda pick my chances.

I ain't had money so long but what it feels good to remind myself I got it.

I carry a thousand dollars or so in my inside pocket, just to count over now an' then to convince myself I needn't worry about a grubstake.

I've got to soak it into my bones gradual that I can afford to settle down and live tame, like the missus wants.
Stand-up collars every day, an' step into a chiny bathtub every night an' scrub--when you ain't doin' nothin' to git dirt under your finger nails even! Funny, the way city folks act.

The less they do to git dirty, the more soap they wear out.