"Are your folks well to do?"
"No. They're hard to do."
"If you should die, what would you do with your body?"
"I don't know."
"I'd sell mine to a medical student."
"Then you'd be giving yourself dead away."
"I was at the track to-day, Percy, and there was a horse down there with the itch. He came up to the post, and they scratched him."