But he preferred a vague knowledge that he was well to windward to any counted coins in the pocket; he felt himself richer so.

Hob would expostulate: "I'm an amature herd." Dand would reply, "I'll keep your sheep to you when I'm so minded, but I'll keep my liberty too.

Thir's no man can coandescend on what I'm worth." Clein would expound to him the miraculous results of compound interest, and recommend investments.

"Ay, man ?" Dand would say; "and do you think, if I took Hob's siller, that I wouldna drink it or wear it on the lassies?
And, anyway, my kingdom is no of this world.

Either I'm a poet or else I'm nothing." Clem would remind him of old age.