I never lost that change at all.

I found it afterwards in my vest, so all your jawin' was just for nothin'.
Ros, she ought to beg my pardon, hadn't she?
Hadn't she now ?" Dorinda saved me the trouble of answering.
"Um-hm!" she observed, dryly.

"Well, I'll beg my own pardon instead, for bein' so dumb as not to go through your vest myself.

So THAT'S where the other fifteen cents come from! I see.

Well, you march out to the woodpile and chop till I tell you to quit." "But, Dorindy, I've got one of my dyspepsy spells.