But they wouldn't have got anything.

I didn't have more than a dollar in my pocket." Marian turned her head, and listened to the piano, and glanced up at him.
"I also like things clean and natural and wholesome," she said quietly.
"That's why I tried to put you on your guard.

You don't seem to fit in, somehow, with--the surroundings.

I happen to know that the races held here every Sunday are just thinly veiled attempts to cheat the unwary out of every cent they have.

I should advise you, Mr.Birnie, to be very careful how you bet on any horses." "I shall," Bud smiled.