"You've told me that six hundred times in the last twenty years.

Come on, I see the boys pitchin' horseshoes up by the blacksmith shop.

I'll pitch you a game fer the seegars." "I cain't pay if I lose," protested Alf.
"I know it," said Anderson; "I don't expect you to." The first day that Bonner drove over in the automobile, to transplant Rosalie in the place across the river, found Anderson full of a new and startling sensation.

He stealthily drew the big sunburnt young man into the stable, far from the house.

Somehow, in spite of his smiles, Bonner was looking older and more serious.