Probably she had, and--well, a good many other things that he remembered quite distinctly.
Later, when they had reached town, were warmed and fed and when even Billy was thinking seriously of sleep, Dill came over and sat down beside him solemnly, folded his bony hands upon knees quite as bony, regarded pensively the generously formed foot dangling some distance before him and smiled his puckered smile.
"I have been wondering, William, if you had not some plan of your own concerning this cattle-raising business, which you think is better than mine but which you hesitate to express.

If you have, I hope you will feel quite free to--er--lay it before the head of the firm.

It may interest you to know that I have, as you would put it, 'failed to connect' with Mr.Robinson.So, if you have any ideas--" "Oh, I'm burning up with 'em," Charming Billy retorted in a way he meant to be sarcastic, but which Mr.Dill took quite seriously.
"Then I hope you won't hesitate--" "Now look here, Dilly," expostulated he, between puffs.

"Recollect, it's _your_ money that's going to feed the birds--and it's your privilege to throw it out to suit yourself.

Uh course, I might day-dream about the way I'd start into the cow-business if I was a millionaire--" "I'm not a millionaire," Mr.Dill hastened to correct.