"Oh, you know as well as I do. I imagined I was as rich as I used to be several hundred years ago, an'——"
"For pity sakes, Abner, stop that nonsense. Because you think you lived hundreds of years ago, and that you were very rich and a great man, doesn't make you rich and great now. You're only Abner Andrews of Ash Point, and can hardly pay your bills, let alone give one thousand dollars toward building a Home for orphan children."
"But, Tildy, I thought I was really old man Astor, an' saw millions of dollars right before me."
"Well, if that's the way you felt, I think it's about time we called in the doctor. There's surely something wrong with your head."
"But, Tildy, ye don't understand. De ye think I was goin' to set there an' let them people git off with their cussed meanness? Not by a jugful! Gid-dap, Jerry, what's the matter with ye?"
"But what about that thousand dollars? Do you expect to pay it?"
"Sure I do."
"Where's it to come from, then?"
"Oh, I'll find it somewheres."
"Not out of that old farm of ours, let me tell you that. Why, it's nothing but a heap of gravel, and you know as well as I do how hard we scratch and dig to raise anything. But you would buy the place, no matter what I said."