"Very kind to say so."
"Well, what next?"
"Should you reckon that was a promising case, or maybe you don't?"
"'Tis a very common state of things—save for the fifty-four pounds ten."
"You'd reckon that was to the good, then?"
"Every penny of it."
"It took some saving, Sarah Jane."
"I lay it did, Daniel Brendon."
"And I'm putting by a nice bit every week now."
"So you ought to be. You never know."