My partner, Rose, stood near by, whistling and whittling.
"My word, Rose! What has become of our town!" I cried.

Rose could make no answer.

Mrs.Cody said: "You wrote me you were worth $250,000." "We've got no time to talk about that now," I said.

"What made this town move away ?" "You ought to have taken Mr.Webb's offer," was her answer.
"Who the dickens is Webb ?" I stormed.

Rose looked up from his whittling.