I won't! By--by thunder-mighty, I won't! I'm goin' to that Cattle Show tomorrow if it takes my last cent." Hannah smiled.

"How many last cents have you got, Kenelm ?" she asked.
"You was doin' your best to borrer a quarter of me this mornin'." "I've got more'n you have.

I--I--everything there is here--yes, and every cent there is here--belongs to me by rights.

You ain't got nothin' of your own." Miss Parker turned upon him.

"To think," she wailed, brokenly, "to think that my own brother--all the brother I've got--can stand afore me and heave my--my poverty in my face.