Hey, Pinski! You old boodler! How much do you expect to get out of this traction business? (This from a voice somewhere in the rear.)
Mr. Pinski (turning to one side as if pinched in the neck). The man that says I am a boodler is a liar! I never took a dishonest dollar in my life, and everybody in the Fourteenth Ward knows it.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one.
Little disappointed, then, she turned attention to Chat of the Social World, gossip which exercised potent fascination upon the girl's intelligence.
“My daughter says I have?” he bent a frowning glance at her which caromed harmlessly off the wide-eyed and impenetrable web of innocence with which she met the accusation.
