I hope you won't believe I went to your father's meeting with any--" "No, no! Jumpin' Moses, man! I don't find fault with you for that.

I understand, I guess." "Well, if you don't mind the fact that I am what I am, I'd like to shake hands with you." Nat reached down a big brown hand.
"Same here," he said.

"Always glad to shake with a chap as well recommended as you are.

Yes, indeed, I mean it.

You see, you've got a friend that's a friend of mine, and when she guarantees a man to be A.
B., I'll ship him without any more questions." "Well, then, good-by.