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"Lord bless my soul! and the poor little thing was afraid to say it was a chicken-farm she wanted!" "Promise me, Blutch, you'll play 'em close to win!" "Al's openin' up his new rooms to-night. Me and Joe are goin' to play 'em fifty-fifty. It looks to me like a haul, Babe." "He's crooked, Blutch, I tell you." "No more 'n all of 'em are, Babe. Your eyes open and your pockets closed is my motto.
"She thought she might like him well enough last fall, but he has developed such queer tastes recently burying himself on that ridiculous chicken-farm and taking up with stupid little boys who develop measles when they run away from school to visit their benefactor, that she really has had quite enough of him without marrying him."
He ate it, he drank it, he breathed it, he dreamed it. The usual copyreader, when he closes his eyes and smiles upon a pleasant inward vision, is thinking of starting a chicken-farm in New Jersey. But Cleggett with gray sprinkled in his hair, sober of face and precise of manner, as the world knew him lived a hidden life which was one long, wild adventure. Nobody had ever suspected it.
If you or me should get sick or something." "You ain't all wrong, girl." "You'd give the shirt off your back, Blutch; that's why we can't ever have a nest-egg as long as you're playin' stakes. There's too many hard-luck stories lying around loose in the gamblin' game." "The next big haul I make I'm going to get out, girl, so help me!" "Blutch!" "I mean it. We'll buy a chicken-farm."
And so I acting as spokesman and go-between, the arrangement was made that I should use all the output of the chicken-farm and pay a price of five cents per dozen in advance of the Vancouver market price on the day of each delivery. I rose to go, bidding good-night to the old people. Rita came down to the boat. Her face was anxious and she was searching mine for something she feared to find.
"If only this had happened a week later, Bertie! My next month's money was due to roll in on Saturday. I could have worked a wheeze I've been reading about in the magazine advertisements. It seems that you can make a dashed amount of money if you can only collect a few dollars and start a chicken-farm. Jolly sound scheme, Bertie! Say you buy a hen call it one hen for the sake of argument.
If you ain't careful, we'll be buyin' that chicken-farm next week. That's what can happen to my girl if she starts something with her hubby." Suddenly Mrs. Connors crumpled in a heap upon the lacy pillows, pink sequins heaving. "Why, Babe Babe, what is it? You're sick or something to-night, honey." He lifted her to his arms, bent almost double over her.
"Nothin', Blutch, only only I just never was so happy." "Lord!" said Blutch Connors. "All these years, and I never knew anything was eatin' her." "I I never was, Blutch." "Was what?" "So happy." "Lord bless my soul! The poor little thing was afraid to say it was a chicken-farm she wanted!" He patted her constantly, his eyes somewhat glazy. "Us two, Blutch, livin' regular."
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