Again Phinney stared thoughtfully at the distant house of Captain Sol.
"But Olive," he said, slowly.

"She ain't got no folks, has she?
What'll become of her?
Where'll she move to ?" "That," said Mr.Williams, with a wave of a fat hand, "is not my business.

I am sorry for her, if she's hard up.

But I can't be responsible if men will drink up their wives' money.

Look out for number one; that's business.