"Well, you see, Walter," says he, "I proposed to old Billion's daughter and she refused to have me."
"Well," says I, "that's nothing. There are other girls."
"Yes, of course," says he, "but I can't help feeling sorry for the poor girl."
I looked around for something to throw.
"Yes," he continued, "especially after the beautiful dream I had about her the other night. I dreamt that I had married her and that she had settled $14,000,000 on me."
"Yes, and then you woke up," says I.
"No," says he, "that's the funny part of it. I put that money in the bank."
"Well, that's all right," says I, "but you'll have a dickens of a time in getting it out again."
"That's easy," says he, "I'll just go to sleep again. I guess I'll do that now and draw some of the interest."