"Is it yours, Walter?
Have you bought it ?" "Me ?" he laughed.

"_I_ couldn't buy a used wheelbarrow.

I rent this sometimes when I'm goin' out among 'em.

Costs me seventy-five cents and the price o' the gas." "That seems very moderate." "I guess it is! The feller owes me some money, and this is the only way I'd ever get it off him." "Is he a garage-keeper ?" "Not exactly!" Walter uttered husky sounds of amusement.

"You'll be just as happy, I guess, if you don't know who he is," he said.
His tone misgave her; and she said truthfully that she was content not to know who owned the car.