"What do you think of her, Oliver?" asked John.
"There's a good deal of her," answered Oliver, using a non-committal phrase.
"Yes, she's rather plump," said John. "I don't like a skeleton, for my part."
"She doesn't look much like one."
"She's good-looking; don't you think so?" enquired John, looking anxiously in his companion's face.
"She looks pleasant; but, John, she's a good deal older than you."
"She's about thirty."
"Nearer forty."
"Oh, no, she isn't. And she's worth ten thousand dollars! Think, Oliver, how nice it would be to be worth ten thousand dollars! I wouldn't clerk it for old Bond any more, I can tell you that."
"Would you keep the saloon?"