Why, Darius Holt is cal'latin' to make money tomorrow.

He's got ten dollars bet on Exie B.
in the second race and--" "Kenelm Parker! Is THAT what you want to go to that Cattle Show for?
To bet on horse trots! To gamble!" "Aw, dry up.

How'd I gamble?
You don't let me have money enough to put in the collection box Sundays, let alone gamblin'.

I have to shove my fist clear way down to the bottom of the plate whenever they pass it for fear Heman Daniels'll see that I'm only lettin' go of a nickel.

Aw, Hannah, have some sense, won't you! I'd just as soon go to that Fair alone as not.