The things you find interesting would bore anybody else to death." Abe gave the obstinate clump a savage twist which only made its knots more rebellious, and he looked as if strongly tempted to throw it into the fire.
"Don't do it, Abe," said Kent, with a laugh that irritated Abe worse still.

"Thread's thread, out here, a hundred miles from nowhere.

You don't know where you'll get any more.

Save it--my dear fellow--save it.

Perchance you may yet sweetly beguile many an hour of your elegant leisure in unraveling its fantastic convolutions with your taper fingers, and----" "Lord! Lord!" said Abe with an expression of deep weariness, but without looking in Kent's direction, "Who's pulled the string o' that clack-mill and set it going?
When it gets started once it rolls out big words like punkins dropping out o' the tail of a wagon going up hill.