"Ought to clear out somewhere," he said.

"Don't like that cough myself." "What do you mean ?" asked David.
"Ought to go 'way for a spell," said the doctor; "quit working, and get a change of climate." "Have you told him so ?" asked Mr.Harum.
"Yes," replied the doctor; "said he couldn't get away." "H'm'm!" said David thoughtfully, pinching his lower lip between his thumb and finger.
A day or two after the foregoing interview, John came in and laid an open letter in front of David, who was at his desk, and dropped languidly into a chair without speaking.

Mr.Harum read the letter, smiled a little, and turning in his chair, took off his glasses and looked at the young man, who was staring abstractedly at the floor.
"I ben rather expectin' you'd git somethin' like this.

What be you goin' to do about it ?" "I don't know," replied John.

"I don't like the idea of leasing the property in any case, and certainly not on the terms they offer; but it is lying idle, and I'm paying taxes on it----" "Wa'al, as I said, I ben expectin' fer some time they'd be after ye in some shape.