A fellow might wheedle until he fell over, and you'd still be as hard as adamant.

Yet it's right.

Makes me think of the old saying that a single man can lead a mule to water, but a dozen can't make him drink--not comparing you to a mule, of course." They chatted as they walked, until presently the town had been left behind them.
"Now I'll open up and tell you what's been worrying me," announced Hugh, suddenly.

"The fact of the matter is, I was called over to Madame Pangborn's this morning after getting home from church.

She told me a third spoon has disappeared!" "Great guns! is that so, Hugh?
And, say, was Owen there on the day it went glimmering ?" demanded Thad, frowning.
"I'm sorry to have to say yes to that," returned Hugh, slowly.