For the last eight years of his life I was at him to buy a new go-to-meetin' suit of clothes.

The one he had was blue to start with, but it faded to a brown, and, toward the last of it, I declare if it didn't commence to turn green.

Nothin' I could say would make him heave it away even then.

Seemed to think more of it than ever.

Said he wanted to hang to it a spell and see what 'twould turn next.