Why don't you leave the hotel, and come out here and batch with us, Luck?
It would be so much cheaper; and I can turn that couch in the kitchen into a bed, easy as anything.

I'd like to shake that Great Western Company for acting the way they have with you.
Think of offering a man a two-hundred-a-week position and then haggling--" "Say, Luck," the dried little man spoke up suddenly, "how much does one of them there camaries cost?
I'd be willin' to chip in and help buy one; and, by gorry, we could make some movin' pitchers of our own and sell 'em, if we caji't do no better." He craned his neck and peered the length of the table at Luck.

"Ain't no law ag'in it, is there ?" he challenged.
"No, there's no law against it." Luck closed his lips against further comment.

The idea was like a sudden blow upon the door of his imagination.
The Happy Family looked at one another inquiringly.

They had never thought of doing anything like that.