"You never told me anything--" "You never asked," she interposed, curtly.
"Well, we'd got in a way of not talking much," said Roscoe.

"It looks to me now as if we'd pretty much lost the run of each other the way a good many people do.

I don't say it wasn't my fault.

I was up early and down to work all day, and I'd come home tired at night, and want to go to bed soon as I'd got the paper read--unless there was some good musical show in town.

Well, you seemed all right until here lately, the last month or so, I began to see something was wrong.