I ain't small, an' ef ye git one o' them city gals, Skim, forty dollars won't mean no more'n a wink of an eye to ye." Skim frowned.

Then he smiled, and the smile disclosed a front tooth missing.
"I'll dream on't," he said.

"Let ye know in the mornin', ma.

But I won't court a minite, mind ye, 'nless I git store clothes.".