'It's the way he makes his money.

He sells liquor.' "'Oh!' says I.'Is THAT it?
I thought maybe he'd been sleepin' on one of his own hotel beds.

THEY'RE enough to make any man blue--black and blue.' "The 'aquarium' wa'n't a success.

Phinney was disgusted.

He give one look around, grabbed me by the arm, and marched me out of that building same as Deacon Titcomb, of the Holiness Church at Denboro, marched his boy out of the Universalist sociable.
"'It's nothin' but a whole passel of fish,' he snorts.