"Blutch!"
"I mean it. We'll buy a chicken-farm."
"Why not a little business, Blutch, in a small town with—"
"There's a great future in chicken-farmin'. I set Boy Higgins up with a five-hundred spot the year his lung went back on him, and he paid me back the second year."
"Blutch darlin', you mean it?"
"Why not, Babe—seein' you want it? There ain't no string tied to me and the green-felt table. I can go through with anything I make up my mind to."
"Oh, honey baby, you promise! Darling little fuzzy chickens!"
"Why, girl, I wouldn't have you eatin' yourself thisaway. The first ten-thou' high-water mark we hit I'm quits. How's that?"
"Ten thousand! Oh, Blutch, we—"
"What's ten thou', girl! I made the Hot Springs haul with a twenty-dollar start. If you ain't careful, we'll be buyin' that chicken-farm next week. That's what can happen to my girl if she starts something with her hubby."