In rainy weather he would sing.

You don't believe that," he vociferated.

"Haven't I got the toad at home now in a bottle of alcohol." And the old man, never doubting, his eyes starting, wagged his head in amazement.
"Oh, yes," cried Caraher, the length of the table, "that's a pretty good one.

Tell us another." "That reminds me of a story," hazarded old Broderson uncertainly; "once when I was a lad in Ukiah, fifty years." "Oh, yes," cried half a dozen voices, "THAT'S a pretty good one.

Tell us another." "Eh--wh--what ?" murmured Broderson, looking about him.