You can make up your mind to that.

Besides, the winter'ud kill me!" Anderson accordingly proposed San Francisco, or Los Angeles.

Would his father go for a time to a Salvation Army colony near Los Angeles?
Anderson knew the chief officials--capital men, with no cant about them.
Fruit farming--a beautiful climate--care in sickness--no drink--as much work or as little as he liked--and all expenses paid.
McEwen laughed out--a short sharp laugh--at the mention of the Salvation Army.

But he listened patiently, and at the end even professed to think there might be something in it.

As to his own scheme, he dropped all mention of it.