Bus'nis don't seem to be very rushin' this mornin'." "Why ?" said John.
"Because," said David impressively, "you're goin' somewhere right off, quick 's you c'n git ready, an' you may 's well be makin' up your mind where." John looked up in surprise.

"I don't want to go away," he said, "and if I did, how could I leave the office ?" "No," responded Mr.Harum, "you don't want to make a move of any kind that you don't actually have to, an' that's the reason fer makin' one.
F'm what the doc said, an' f'm what I c'n see, you got to git out o' this dum'd climate," waving his hand toward the window, against which the sleet was beating, "fer a spell; an' as fur 's the office goes, Chet Timson 'd be tickled to death to come on an' help out while you're away, an' I guess 'mongst us we c'n mosey along some gait.

I ain't _quite_ to the bone-yard yet myself," he added with a grin.
The younger man sat for a moment or two with brows contracted, and pulling thoughtfully at his moustache.
"There is that matter," he said, pointing to the letter on the desk.
"Wa'al," said David, "the' ain't no tearin' hurry 'bout that; an' any way, I was goin' to make you a suggestion to put the matter into my hands to some extent." "Will you take it ?" said John quickly.

"That is exactly what I should wish in any case." "If you want I should," replied Mr.Harum.

"Would you want to give full power attorney, or jest have me say 't I was instructed to act for ye ?" "I think a better way would be to put the property in your name altogether," said John.