He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one.
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.
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.
