You couldn't get a cent out of Rastus Young if you were to run a dredge through him." Mr.Hamilton groaned remorsefully.

"If I'd only stayed at home!" he said.
"If you'd stayed to home you'd have charged up the stuff just the same as she did.

You're the softest thing, outside of a sponge, in this town.
Anybody can impose on you, and you know it, Zoeth." Zoeth's habitual mildness gave way to resentment, mild resentment.
"Why, Shadrach," he retorted, "how you talk! You was the one that charged up the last things Rastus's folks bought.

You know you was." The Captain looked as if he had been caught napping.
"Well, what's that got to do with it ?" he sputtered.

"'Twasn't nothin' but some corn meal and a few yards of calico.