I wasn't sure I'd like the country, or that you'd care to trust me.

In New York they know me for what I'm worth, and I get lots of work and good advice--mixed with curses." "We'll send for your trunk," said Patsy, leading the girl up the street.
"No; it's in hock.

But I won't need it.

With no booze to buy I can invest my earnings in wearing apparel.

What a picturesque place this is! Way back in the primitive; no hint of those namby-pamby green meadows and set rows of shade trees that make most country towns detestable; rocks and boulders--boulders and rocks--and the scraggly pines for background.