"Risin' six months."
"It's a beautiful thing," said Denton."Are you going to stop in Chicago, may I ask?"
"Maybe I'll stop a day, but I guess not. I live in Vermont—that is, I was raised there. I'm goin' back to astonish the natives. When I left there I was a poor man, without money or credit. Then nobody noticed me. I guess they will now," and he slapped his pockets significantly.
"Money makes the man," said Denton philosophically.
"So it does, so it does!" answered the stranger. Then, with a loud laugh at his own wit, he added: "And man makes the money, too, I guess. Ho, ho!"
Denton laughed as if he thought the joke a capital one.
"By George, I never said a better thing!" said the stout man, apparently amazed at his own wit.
"Didn't you? Then I pity you," thought Denton. But he only said:
"It's a good joke."
"So 'tis, so 'tis. Do you live in Chicago?"