"I don't want to be rich if I've got to slave like Uncle Jack. Money isn't everything in this world."
"But you ought to save something. Supposing you got sick, or something else happened to you?"
"Well, I'm going to start to save a little, some time."
"The best time to start is now. Some time generally means no time. You can put away as much as I put away, if you try."
"All right, I'll do it—next week."
"No, this week," and Dale smiled good-humoredly.
"Gracious, Dale! are you becoming my guardian?"
"Not at all, Owen. But I want to see you begin."
"I can't spare the money this week. I've got to have some new strings for the banjo, and hair for the fiddle bow, and have these boots mended, and pay my board, and buy some shirts, and——"
"Not all this week. That fiddle bow will last a week or two yet, and so will your shirts. Now here is this cigar box I've been using for a bank. I cleaned it out paying off Hen McNair, but I am going to start a new account. When I put in a dollar you put in a dollar, and when you put in a dollar I'll do the same. Then, when we want our money, we can whack up."