"A fine bust," said he; "and a very nice-looking fellow." "Yes; he's a good fellow," said Dodd.

"He runs me now.

It's all his money." "He doesn't seem to be particularly short of it," added the other, peering with growing wonder round the cabin.
"His money, my taste," said Dodd.

"The black-walnut bookshelves are Old English; the books all mine,--mostly Renaissance French.

You should see how the beach-combers wilt away when they go round them looking for a change of Seaside Library novels.