Rehearsing for the movies, I guess.

She has worn that companion of hers down to a frazzle.
She has her own masseuse in the bath department, she rides a horse three days a week, and every morning she takes a long walk--" "I've got it!" Mr.Delamater slapped his thigh.

"Road work! She's getting ready to take on Dempsey." He laughed musically.

"If she marries me her days of labor will be over; it will mean for her the dawn of a new life--provided, of course, those oil wells are what you say they are.

Kidding aside, though, I don't dislike the girl and--I've a notion to give her a chance." What the clerk said was true.