"Yes, I've been thinkin'," Zeb repeated, "an' if you'd do the same occasionally, Abner, it might do ye a world of good."
"H'm, ye needn't judge all ye'r neighbors' pigs by ye'r own," was the retort.
"I'm not, Abner. I'm only judgin' by solid facts. Now, see here. You an' me have been makin' fools of ourselves by always squabblin' over things of little real value. I yanged about the Lost Tribes, an' you yanged about how many lives you've lived."
"They're mighty interestin', though," Abner remarked.
"I know they are, an' there's no harm in discussin' them once in a while. But it don't seem altogether right fer two men like you an' me to spend so much time over sich things, an' pay little or no heed to what takes place right under our noses."
"Guess there's not much that escapes us, Zeb, is there?"
"What about that Denton family, then?"
"But we thought they was well fixed."
"Did we ever think much about them, anyway, Abner?"
"Guess ye'r right, Zeb. We didn't."