I've been a little rough, maybe, I don't know; but as God made this world, those trees, that sun yonder, I never said a word to you yet that wasn't true.

I've never wanted of you what wasn't right, in my own creed.

Sometimes we have to frame up a creed all for ourselves, don't you know that?
The world isn't always run on the same lines everywhere.

It's different, in places." "Will you tell me all about it--about her, sometime ?" "If you are going away, why should you ask that?
If you are going to be nothing to me, in all the world, what right have you to ask that of me?
You would not have the right I've had in speaking to you as I have.

That was right.