Godkin, bluff and hearty, was the last man I should ever have expected
to go into a decline.
"Quick consumption!" I repeated, after him, and laying a hand on his
arm, sympathetically.
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"Yes, having to bolt my breakfast in two gulps and hurry to catch the
train for town."
While I was talking with Godkin a nervous-looking man passed us.
He had a lad along with him, and as it was a cold day the boy kept
knocking his hands together to induce circulation.
This appeared to annoy grandpa.
"Tommy, stop rubbing your hands like that. The weather's not cold."
And Young America made reply:
"Well, I ain't tryin' to warm the weather--I'm a warmin' my hands, see!"