"Thank you, for your good opinion, Miss Jennie."
"Don't call me Miss Jennie. If you do, I'll call you Mr. Tom."
"I shouldn't know myself by that title. Then I'll call you Jennie."
"I wish you were going to live in Cincinnati," said the young lady. "It would be nice to have you come and see us."
"I should like it; but I mustn't think so much of pleasure as business."
"Like Mr. Graham."
"I must work hard at the mines. I suppose I shall look pretty rough when I am there."
"When you've made your pile, Tom—that's what they call it, isn't it?—you'll come back, won't you?"
"Yes."
"You must stop in Cincinnati on your way home."