Eat a-plenty, sleep all you ort, and you CAN'T work enough to hurt you." "So the neighbours say I'm working now?
New story, isn't it?
Usually I'm too lazy to make a living, if I remember." "Only to those who don't sense your purceedings, David.

I always knowed how you grubbed and slaved an' set over them fearful books o' yours." "More interesting than the wildest fiction," said the man.

"I'm making some medicine for your rheumatism, Granny.

It is not fully tested yet, but you get ready for it by cutting out all the salt you can.

I haven't time to explain this morning, but you remember what I say, leave out the salt, and when Doc thinks it's safe I'll bring you something that will make a new woman of you." He went swinging down the road, and Granny Moreland looked after him.
"While he was talkin'," she muttered, "I felt full of information as a flock o' almanacs, but now since he's gone, 'pears to me I don't know a thing more 'an I did to start on." "Close call," the Harvester was thinking.