"Are you making money?"
The small man shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm not rich yet," he answered. "I suppose you are."
"I have a little money," he answered.
"Let me see; the last time I saw you was at the diggings?"
"Yes, we were both in hard luck then. How are you fixed?"
"I've got a little, and my business gives me a living."
"It must, if you are boarding here."
"I am not. I generally eat at a restaurant, but once a week I come in here and get a good dinner. The remembrance of it lasts me a week, and makes my other meals more palatable."