"Doggone, I cain't get it out of my head, Eva." "Can't get what out ?" "About Rosalie." "Well, what about her ?" "That's jest like a woman--always fergittin' the most important things in the world.

Don't you know that the twenty years is up ?" "Of course I know it, but 'tain't worryin' me any.

She's still here, ain't she?
Nobody has come to take her away.

The thousand dollars came all right last February, didn't it?
Well, what's the use worryin' ?" "Mebbe you're right, but I'm skeered to death fer fear some one will turn up an' claim her, er that a big estate will be settled, er somethin' awful like that.

I don't mind the money, Eva; I jest hate to think of losin' her, now that she's such a credit to us.