He's really quite well-to-do." "That's good.

I'm doing well in that line too.

I forgot to tell you." There was no elation in his voice; he looked back with a pang to the bold and splendid years of their poverty.

"Then the Major will quit wandering round like a lost cat, won't he ?" "I think he likes it here--only for the crazy-mad political feeling; and I think he's settled down for good." "High time, I think, at his age." "You needn't talk! Dad's only ten years older than you are." She leaned her cheek on her hand, she brushed back a little stray tendril of midnight hair from her dark eyes, and considered him thoughtfully.
"Why, John Wesley, I've known you nearly all my life and you don't look much older now than when I first saw you." "That was in Virginia City.

You were just six years old and your pony ran away with you.