Look at you, with all that Christmas junk under your arm! You didn't need to buy that stuff any more'n you needed to fly.
What did you buy it for?
Tell me that." Chris shook his head.

"Blessed if I know," he admitted.

"I hadn't any idea of buyin' it, but she and me got to talkin', and she kept showin' the things to me, and I kept lookin' at 'em and--" "Yes, and kept lookin' at her, too! Don't talk to ME! There's no fool like an old fool--and an old man fool is the worst of all." Her husband, usually meek and long-suffering under wifely discipline, evinced unwonted spirit.
"Well, I tell you this, Becky," he said.

"Fur's I can see, Mary-'Gusta's all right.

She's as pretty as a picture, to begin with; she's got money of her own to spend; and she's been away among folks that have got a lot more.