"I expect the old man will die first. I've been feeling very poorly this year."
"First I've heard of it."
"Why, only last night my finger was hurting something chronic."
"Show me."
"Be careful." Mr. Raeburn offered the sick finger for his wife's inspection.
"I can't see nothing."
"There, blessed if I'm not showing of you the wrong hand."
"You must have been shocking bad."
"Well, it's better now."
"That's enough of you and your fingers. Why shouldn't Jenny be a dancer?" persisted Mrs. Raeburn.