Your grandfather bought him, didn't he ?" said she, in a mollifying tone.
Amanda nodded.

"He's a good deal older than I am," said she.
"It's queer how some things that ain't of no account really in the world last, while others that's worth so much more don't," Mrs.
Babcock remarked, meditatively.

"Now, there's that bird there, lookin' jest as nice and handsome, and there's the one that bought him and brought him home, in his grave out of sight." "There's a good many queer things in this world," rejoined Amanda, with a sigh.
"I guess there is," said Mrs.Babcock.

"Now you can jest look round this room, an' see all the things that belonged to your folks that's dead an' gone, and it seems almost as if they was immortal instead of them.

An' it's goin' to be jest the same way with us; the clothes that's hangin' up in our closets are goin' to outlast us.