"Oh, if you can afford to have ideals, I congratulate you.

They're too expensive for me.

Then, suppose you get rid of Dryfoos ?" Fulkerson laughed forlornly.

"Go on, Bildad.

Like to sprinkle a few ashes over my boils?
Don't mind me!" They both sat silent a little while, and then Beaton said, "I suppose you haven't seen Dryfoos the second time ?" "No.