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The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Who? why the tramps of course." </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Who?" asked Harry. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Whom!" </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Why do you wish me to go with you?" asked <br /> Harry. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Why——" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Why, lovesoul, d' you suppose I'd be talking up as brash as this to a bid, stwong man like oo if I didn't have a gun handy?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Why, sure. You bet," said the man casually. His readiness ruined her inspired fury. She was somewhat disappointed. </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Why, their own, I suppose," replied Harry. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Why, uh——" </p> </div>)
The Beautiful and Damned + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Why, yes, I do, sir." </p> </div>)
The Beautiful and Damned + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Why—no, sir. A history of the Middle Ages." Simultaneously an idea was born for a history of the Renaissance popes, written from some novel angle. Still, he was glad he had said "Middle Ages." </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Will you tell me what I can offer all these people for helping us out?" </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Work ? Where's the use?" said the tramp. </p> </div>)

Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Y' bet." </p> </div>)

Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Y-you wouldn't dare, because you'd g-go, too!" she panted. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Ye-es, I think it is. Anyway, we'll try it a few days more." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Ye-es, some distance." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes I do, when I run across them." </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes!" replied the farmer, eagerly. "It's too far <br /> to where the men are at work to make them hear, if <br /> I call. I will be obliged to you if you will pitch up <br /> my load for me, while I build it on again." </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes'm, the office is open, but I reckon yo' won't find any hands to move yo' car," was the accurate prediction of the official to whom I applied. "Pretty nearly lunch time, yo' know." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, I think that was it. Didn't we pass you or something? We stopped at a garage there, to change a tire." </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, I've seen some of them," replied the boy. <br /> "But I am no tramp." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, and—— Oh, I'm shameless. If Mohammed Milton won't stay with our car mountain, we're going to tag after him." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, but——" She looked back. Milt had come into sight; had paused to take observations. Her father caught it: </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, but——" began Claire. Her father interrupted: </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, dear; I've looked at it three times, so far," she said, just a little too smoothly. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, quite a ways. To Seattle, Washington." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, rather. To Seattle." </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, sir!" </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, sir," replied the boy, thinking the doctor <br /> referred to some work that he was to do. </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, sir," replied the boy, thinking the doctor <br /> referred to some work that he was to do. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, sir," said I. Were there to be complications? </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, sir; that is my Sunday suit." </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, sir; that is my Sunday suit." </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, that's the talk. Let's make short work of <br /> it. They'll never kill another man," was answered <br /> from the crowd. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes," dryly, "quite an accident. Well, I'll skip on ahead again. May run into you again before we hit Seattle. Going to take the run through Yellowstone Park?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. And Mr. Zolzac wasn't very nice about it." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. But don't mind me. You're doing very well," her father sighed. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. Going to Seattle." </p> </div>)