" "Of course it is," said Angy, who was wise enough to keep some of her thoughts and hopes to herself; "they're's different's any other two things.

Do you think I'm a silly old goose to keep them cluttering around so long?" "Wa'al,"Abe with an equally deprecatory gesture indicated Angy's horsehair trunk in the far corner of the loft,"yew ain't no more foolisher, I guess, over yer old trash 'n me an' Angy be a-keepin' that air minin' stock of mine.