How long he remained there depended on the depth of Melwood in the milk pail between his knees.

He smiled winningly on the Thread Man.
"Ye know, Mister O'Khayam," he said, "at the present time you are located in one of the wooliest parts of the wild East.

I don't suppose anything woolier could be found on the plains of Nebraska where I am reliably informed they've stuck up a pole and labeled it the cinter of the United States.

Being a thousand miles closer that pole than you are in Boston, naturally we come by that distance closer to the great wool industry.

Most of our wool here grows on our tongues, and we shear it by this transmutin' process, concerning which you have discoursed so beautiful.