Assuredly the street was again flooded with a grand, white moonlight, bright almost as a Northern day, when we looked out of the little window.
Dan Anderson was the first to speak, after a silence which had fallen amidst the dense tobacco smoke.

"It cost us less than fifteen dollars a plate," said he.

"I've paid more for worse--yes, a lot worse.

But by the way, Mac, where's that other can of oysters?
I thought you said there were four." "That's what I said," broke in Tom Osby.

"I done told Mac I ought to bring 'em all down, but he said only three." "Well," said McKinney, always a conservative and level-headed man, "I allowed that if they would keep a month, they would keep a little longer.