"It's yours, furniture and all, for a month.

You won't sell that Mrs.Powless any of it, will you ?" he added, anxiously.

"Any of the furniture, I mean." Mrs.Armstrong scarcely knew whether to be amused or indignant.
"Of course I shouldn't sell it," she declared.

"It wouldn't be mine to sell." Jed looked frightened.

"Yes, 'twould; yes, 'twould," he persisted.
"That's why I'm lettin' it to you.