"I owe her me life and honor.

It's lying awake nights I'll have to be trying to think how I'm ever to pay her up." "Well, begin with the muff," suggested McLean.

"That should be fine." He bent down and ruffled the rich fur of the otter lying at his feet.
"I don't exactly see how it comes to be in such splendid fur in summer.
Their coats are always thick in cold weather, but this scarcely could be improved.

I'll wire Cooper to be watching for it.

They must have it fresh.