"At the angel stage where I kin live without eatin' an' workin'. It's necessary fer a man to be sich a bein' to live on a place like this. That's what old Parson Shaw said after he'd been at Plunkerville fer several years."
"So you expect to be an angel, do you?" Isaac queried, while his mouth expanded into a grin.
"I'm hopin' that way, providin' I don't git any set-back, which would delay me fer a few hundred years or so."
"Won't it be rather lonesome living here all by yourself?" Isaac bantered. "How will you occupy your time?"
"Oh, I'm not worrin' about that. I'll have plenty to do."'
"You will! Along what line?"
"Lookin' after poultry; 'specially geese."
"Geese!"
"Yes, that's what I'll be doin' judgin' from present indications. Guess most of the folks in Glucom will have reached the goose stage by that time, if I'm not much mistaken. Most likely you'll be there, too, Ikey, though your pin-feathers won't be very tender. You'll surely be an old goose by that time."
This was more than Isaac could stand. His face reddened, and his bland smile departed.