But the billiard-roomers; they didn't jine.

They looked sort of sheepish, and set still.

When Mr.Fisher begun to hint p'inted in their direction, they got up and slid outdoor.

And right then I'd ought to have smelt trouble, but I didn't; had a cold in my head, I guess likely.
"Next thing was to build the new clubhouse, and Gabe went at it hammer and tongs.

He had a big passel of carpenters down from the city, and inside of three months the buildin' was up, and she was a daisy, now I tell you.