And still Mrs.Cheyne wept.
"Psha', my dear," said Mrs.Troop; "we're both women, I guess.

Like's not it'll ease your heart to hev your cry aout.

God He knows it never done me a mite o' good; but then He knows I've had something to cry fer!" Now it was a few years later, and upon the other edge of America, that a young man came through the clammy sea-fog up a windy street which is flanked with most expensive houses built of wood to imitate stone.

To him, as he was standing by a hammered iron gate, entered on horseback--and the horse would have been cheap at a thousand dollars--another young man.

And this is what they said: "Hello, Dan!" "Hello, Harve!" "What's the best with you ?" "Well, I'm so's to be that kind o' animal called second mate this trip.
Ain't you most through with that triple-invoiced college o' yours ?" "Getting that way.