“Indeed!”
“Eben Graham.”
“How did he look—prosperous?”
“Hardly—he was wheeling a barrow of vegetables.”
“Did you speak with him?”
“Yes; he wanted to borrow money.”
“I am not surprised at that; I thought it time for him to be out of money. Did you lend him?”
“No; I found he wanted money to buy a lottery ticket. I told him I wouldn't lend money to my best friend for that purpose.”
“Very sensible in you, Herbert.”
“If he had been in distress, I might have let him have a few dollars, notwithstanding he treated me so meanly at Wayneboro, but he seems to be earning a living.”