I can sacrifice Rastus Young's trade eight days in the week and make money by it.

Course I didn't tell Zoeth that; have to humor these pious folks much as we can, you know." Mary smiled, but she shook her head.

"It's no use your talking to me in that way, Uncle Shad," she said.

"I know you too well.

And right in the Christmas season, too!" Zoeth's welcome was as hearty, if not as exuberant, as Captain Shad's.
He met her at the door and after the first hug and kiss held her off at arm's length and looked her over.
"My! my! my!" he exclaimed.