Here's Luck by Lennie Lower

My grandfather used to say, when in the throes of his rheumatism and casting his mind back to his courting days when the grass was damp, "Great oaks from little acorns grow." And I well remember my grandmother's description of the vagaries of life. "First it's one thing and then it's another, something leads up to something else and this and that, and before you know where you are--there you are!" It is wonderful what trouble one's little mistakes will engender. The Creator carelessly leaves a speck of protoplasm on a quiet world, and, damn it all, there's Stanley! I do not usually make mistakes and I very seldom misunderstand people, but I had made a terrible mistake about Slatter--with Stanley's assistance.

We had stopped in a quiet street to allow of some readjustment of the passengers. Slatter had regained consciousness and objected to Daisy sitting on him, explaining that he had lost money that way before.