22/52 I'm afraid I called him a thief because I couldn't find the bills in my pocket." "A sailor found them by the flagstaff that--that night," sobbed Mrs. I just said I wouldn't work--on a Banker, too--and of course he hit me on the nose, and oh! I bled like a stuck hog." "My poor darling! They must have abused you horribly." "Dunno quite. Well, after that, I saw a light." Cheyne slapped his leg and chuckled. This was going to be a boy after his own hungry heart. |