I wish't I'd stayed on my farm." "Taxes ain't so high here as what they are in Jefferson, Pap," suggested the landlord.

"If you lived down there they'd make you holler, all right." "Well, Jim," said Pap, "they ain't much choice.

If these here young fellers git their way taxes will go right up.

What do they want to decorate this here town all up for, anyhow?
What you think young Toole was sayin' to me to-day?
He was sayin' it was a disgrace to Kilo to have the public square rented out an' a crop o' buckwheat growin' in it.

He says we ought to plant it in grass an' stick a fountain in the middle.
But that's the way she goes; anything to raise up the taxes.