It's the only way.

Now you're all right, an' everything's hunkydory an' the goose hangs high.
Don't you worry, sir.

Dag Daughtry never fell down yet." But, as he sat in the Pile-drivers' Home, it looked as if his fall-down was very near.

In his pocket was precisely the room-rent for the following week, the advance payment of which was already three days overdue and clamorously demanded by the hard-faced landlady.

In the rooms, with care, was enough food with which to pinch through for another day.