"You--you looked it." "Oh, the hard work is over.

All I have to do now it to plant and keep the weeds out." "Glenn, do sheep eat corn ?" "I plant corn to feed my hogs." "Hogs ?" she echoed, vaguely.
"Yes, hogs," he said, with quiet gravity.

"The first day you visited my cabin I told you I raised hogs, and I fried my own ham for your dinner." "Is that what you--put your money in ?" "Yes.

And Hutter says I've done well." "Hogs!" ejaculated Carley, aghast.
"My dear, are you growin' dull of comprehension ?" retorted Glenn.
"H-o-g-s." He spelled the word out.

"I'm in the hog-raising business, and pretty blamed well pleased over my success so far." Carley caught herself in time to quell outwardly a shock of amaze and revulsion.