But it didn't do me any good.

Sylvester's house is shut up and the old man's gone to Boston, so the postmaster told me when I 'phoned and asked him.

Won't be back for a couple of days, anyhow.

I remember he told me he was goin'!" "Sho, sho! that's too bad." "Bad enough, but I don't think it makes any real difference.

I swear I had that money when I left Sage's.