'Are you intimate with this Luke?' asked Warner, mischievously.
'What do you take me for?' demanded Harold, offended. 'I am not in the habit of getting intimate with street boys.'
Warner Powell laughed.
'I am not so proud as you, Nephew Harold,' he said. 'Travelers pick up strange companions. In San Francisco I became intimate with a Chinaman.'
'You don't mean it?' exclaimed Harold, in incredulity and disgust.--From Luke Walton, or, The Chicago Newsboy (1889).