Mrs.Keith had a cold or a cough or something.

He and I got to talking and he asked me to come and see him.
I went, you bet! Went out with him on some of his drives while he made his calls, you know.

He told me a lot of things.

He's a brick." "It's queer," he went on, after a moment, "but I felt really at home down there in that little place.

Seemed as if I had been there before and--and--by George, almost as if I belonged there.