Even March ain't all joy; we've got last night to prove it by.

However, it doesn't look quite so desperate as I thought it might; I'll give in to that.

Last night I was about ready to sell it for the price of a return ticket to South Middleboro.

Now I guess likely I ought to get a few tradin' stamps along with the ticket.

Humph! This sartin isn't ALL Poverty Lane, is it?
THAT place wa'n't built with tradin' stamps.