They're all the time saying they're not as young as they used to be.

And if it was a boy he'd be most likely to go into Barrel Alley because, believe me, they have boys down there by the dozens, especially the kind that wear worn-out shoes that rich people give them.

So that accounts for the good shoes all worn out.

Smart boy, hey?
So you see that's the way I bridged that trail, though I couldn't be sure I was right, I have to admit that.

Anyway I went across the street and I saw by the clock in the bank that it was half past twelve.