There he goes, spending our money again.

Well, maybe they's fibbing to get the money.

I wonder how much money I ought to draw out.

I never could sleep a wink with all that money in the house.

So now he's got to borrow some money to pay off his bookie.

I reckon I might as well draw out enough money to last us a month or two.

What other man would borrow the money to help those poor old horses on their way to the glue factory?

Well, no, sir, he don't, but he deserves the money, and I can afford to give it to him more if he needs it.

Well, Mrs. Johnson and I had just driven up to the bank where I hoped to borrow some money for my favorite charity, the Horse Lovers of America.