"Wal, all right, mother; but here's the ticket I got."
"I don't want yer ticket."
"But you've got to take it."
"Well, I hain't."
"Why, yes, ye have. It's bought, an' they won't take it back."
"Won't they?" She was perplexed again.
"Not much they won't. I ast 'em. A ticket sold is sold."
"Wal, if they won't—"
"You bet they won't."
"I s'pose I'll haff to use it." And that ended it.