The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 237: what you’re looking at

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ae "Couldn't think of it," Eden told him. "You're mighty kind, but we'll be back in Seven Palms shortly." Paula Wendell sat down on the car steps, and Eden took a seat on the warm sand. The old man went to the rear of the trolley and returned with an empty soap-box. After an unsuccessful attempt to persuade Eden to accept it as a chair, he put it to that use himself. "Pretty nice home you've picked out for yourself," Eden remarked. "Home?" The old man surveyed the trolley-car critically. "Home, boy? I ain't had no home these thirty years. Temporary quarters, you might say." "Been here long?" asked Eden. "Three, four days. Rheumatism's been actin’ up. But I'm movin' on tomorrey." "Moving on? Where?" "Why—over yonder." "Just where is that?” Eden smiled. "Where it's allus been. Over yonder. Somewhere else." "Just looking, eh?" "Jest lookin’. You've hit it. Goin' on over yonder an' jest ron lookin'." His tired old eyes were on the mountaintops. "What do you expect to find?” inquired Paula Wendell. 237 comiicboeoe S CO