I didn't have much, but wot I had's now somebody else's. "'Yer a b fine cobber, you are, I says, 'Not to have choked 'em off. "'You've got ter thank me, anyway, fer not letting 'em put somethin' on yer which yer wouldn't care to let the world or yer missis, when you have one, gaze at. "An' that's how this lovely work in red and blue decorates me manly chest.
And then a woman's voice, clear, accents informed with anger and pain: "No!" and then.... "Say, that's my mistake. That line you had's out of order. I had a call for them a while ago, and they didn't answer. Guess you'll have to wait." "Central! Central!" he pleaded desperately. "I say, Central, give me that connection again, please." "Ah, say! what's the matter with you, anyway?
"I should like to say good-by to you," said she, "and wish you better luck in your new home than you've had here. You've not had much of a time, have you?" "No, and the little good we've had's no thanks to any one here," said Lars Peter. "Folks haven't treated you as they ought to have done, and I've been no better than the rest, but 'tis our way. We farmers can't bear the poor.