Whilst I was laying sick he had been sick also, only his'n lasted much longer.
But he tells me he has jest struck an idea fur a big scheme.

No little schemes go fur him any more, he says.

He wants money.

Real money.
"How you going to get it ?" I asts him.
"Come along and I'll tell you," he says.

"We'll take a walk, and I'll show you how I got my idea." We left the restaurant and went along the brag street of that town, which it is awful proud of, past where the stores stops and the houses begins.