Your woman has a gown, and her whole seven weeks wages are gone; ours has a gown, and two days' wages left, to buy something else with.

There--_now_ you understand it!" He looked--well, he merely looked dubious, it's the most I can say; so did the others.

I waited--to let the thing work.

Dowley spoke at last--and betrayed the fact that he actually hadn't gotten away from his rooted and grounded superstitions yet.

He said, with a trifle of hesitancy: "But--but--ye cannot fail to grant that two mills a day is better than one." Shucks! Well, of course, I hated to give it up.