But unfortunately I don't happen to carry your pocketbook." "You may, if you like.

I'll hand it over any time," grinned Calderwell.
"Thanks.

You know well enough what I mean," shrugged the other.
There was a moment's silence; then Calderwell queried: "Arkwright, how old are you ?" "Twenty-four." "Good! Then you're merely travelling to supplement your education, see ?" "Oh, yes, I see.

But something besides my education has got to be supplemented now, I reckon." "What are you going to do ?" There was an almost imperceptible hesitation; then, a little shortly, came the answer: "Hit the trail for Grand Opera, and bring up, probably--in vaudeville." Calderwell smiled appreciatively.
"You _can_ sing like the devil," he admitted.
"Thanks," returned his friend, with uplifted eyebrows.

"Do you mind calling it 'an angel'-- just for this occasion ?" "Oh, the matinee-girls will do that fast enough.