"Sorry we couldn't make it sooner, Jimmy, me boy."
"Got my key?"
"Naw, She's Annabel Adams. Her pa owns this bank.
"Isn't that young lady Miss Polly Simpson?"
Dear old pal: I want you to be at Sullivan's place, in Little Rock, next Wednesday night, at 9 o'clock. Say, Billy, I've quit the old buisness- a year ago. I'm making an honest living, and I'm going to marry the finest girl on earth two weeks from now. She believes in me; and I wouldn't do another crooked thing for the whole world. Be sure to be at Sully's, for I must see you. I'll bring along the tools with me. Your old friend, Jimmy
"Can't you do something, Ralph- try, wont you?"
"Annabel, give me that rose you are wearing, will you?"
"Guess you're mistaken, Mr.Spencer. Don't believe I recognnize you. Your buggy's waiting for you, ain't it?"
"Hello Ben! Got around at last, have you? Well let's go. I don't know that it makes much difference, now."