"I sartinly have, Zeb. That's the time ye hit the nail on the head. I try out one bunch, an' when I git tired of them I shift to another. That's why I'm keen on that old feller, what's his name?"
"Diogenes?"
"Yes, that's him, though I guess you'd better do the pronouncin'. It doesn't seem to come handy to me, nohow. Well, I'm much interested in that old feller I've been laffin', as I told ye, ever since I read that piece in The Family Herald."
"What did he do that was so funny, Abner?"
"Do! He set the hull world laffin' to split its sides, that's what he did."
"In what way? Fer pity sakes, git on with ye'r yarn."
"Yes, he sartinly did funny things. He lived in a tub, jist think of that. How would you like to have a tub fer a house, Zeb? Wouldn't it be great! There'd be no house-cleanin' days, an' no carpets to beat, an' sich unnecessary things to attend to."
"What did he do in the tub?" Zeb inquired, now becoming much interested.
"What did he clo? Why, he made the hull world laff, of course. Wasn't that enough?"
"But how did he do it, Abner? I don't see anythin' so funny about that. Anybody could set in a tub, couldn't they?"