"Got anythin' else?"
"Oh, yes, a few things."
"Tell us jest one."
"Well, a yacht."
"Oh, a yacht?"
"A yacht."
"'S 'nuff, bo, 's 'nuff! But go on—go on, get it all off if you'll feel better after. Anythin' more?"
"Why, yes, about twenty or thirty houses and castles and palaces and things—"
"That settles it sure!" sighed the Spider. "You're comin' t' see a doctor, that's what! Your dome's sure got bent in with a boot or somethin'."
"No, Spider, I just happen to be born the son of a millionaire, that's all."