"'S all he tell me; 's all I know." "What's he look like ?" "He ain't much," she said.

"'Bout you' age; got brustly white moustache, nice eye-glasses." "It's Charley Lohr!" Adams exclaimed.

"I'll go see what he wants." "But, Virgil," his wife remonstrated, "do finish your coffee; he might stay all evening.

Maybe he's come to call." Adams laughed.

"He isn't much of a caller, I expect.