His dad, old man Foster, raised garden truck at the same time mine went to sea.

Both of us took after our fathers, I guess.

Anyhow, my wife says that when I die 'twill be of salt water on the brain, and I'm sure Zach's head is part cabbage.

Been better for him if he'd stuck to his garden.

However, I s'pose he does his best." "They say angels can do no more." "Um-m.