More services'n breakfast sometimes.

Tom, he says old Whiskers--that's our next postmaster--he sings a-plenty, lifts up his voice exceeding.

Say," said Curly, turning on me again fiercely, "that's one reason I'd marry the girl if for nothing else.
It takes more'n a bass voice and a copy of the Holy Scriptures to make a Merry Christmas.

Why, man, say, when I think of what a time we all are going to have,--you, and me, and Mac, and Tom Osby, and Dan Anderson, with all them things of our'n, and all these here things on the side--champagne and all that,--it looks like this world ain't run on the square, don't it ?" I assured Curly that this had long been one of my own conclusions.
Assuredly I had not the bad manners to thank him for his invitation to join him in this banquet at Heart's Desire, knowing as I did Curly's acquaintance with the fact that young attorneys had not always abundance during their first year in a quasi-mining camp that was two-thirds cow town; such being among the possibilities of that land.
I returned to the cake.
"Where'd we git it ?" said Curly.

"Why, where'd you s'pose we got it?
Do you think Dan Anderson has took to pastry along with the statoots made and pervided?
As for Dan, he ain't been here so very long, but he's come to stay.