I reckon it ain't in your class." "But what is it ?" "Well, it's money--and one might as well talk moonshine to you as money, I s'pose; but here goes it.

It's a thousand dollars, boy, that they owed.

Here, like this," he explained, rummaging his pockets until he had found a silver dollar to lay on his open palm.

"Now, jest imagine a thousand of them; that's heaps an' heaps--more 'n I ever see in my life." "Like the stars ?" guessed David.
The man nodded.
"Ex-ACTLY! Well, they owed this--Mr.an' Mis' Holly did--and they had agreed ter pay it next Sat'day.

And they was all right, too.