"Why, you've had your hair curled, Jeremiah!"
"Slightly! Nobby, ain't it?"
"Beautiful! My own dear boy!"
"Keep your fingers to yourself, can't you? There, you've gone and put it all out!" He drew from his pocket a small mirror, and anxiously readjusted the curls his mother had touched. "Now just you be careful. Eyes on, hands off!"
"They must have cost a lot of money, Jeremiah."
"They did; a heap; but in for a penny, in for a pound. There's one comfort; it's all spent on myself. Catch me spending it on anybody else. They cost, altogether—Well, never mind; we're going in for a big thing, ain't we? I ain't particular to a pound or two when the stake's worth it."
"You have the heart of a lion!" said Mrs. Pamflett.
"What will she think of me, mother? Look at me well; reckon me up."
"She can't help thinking as I do, Jeremiah."
"She's a ninny if she don't. She won't get another chance like it, I'll bet."