“‘Six-rail fences,’ I answers, ‘all day long—chewin’ a straw—watchin’ clouds—wery elewatin’.’
“He give me a sad look.
“‘What are ye doin’ now?’ sais I, not intendin’ to be put down even ef he hed ben school director.
“‘I’m a lily,’ he sais. ‘I’m followin’ the words o’ that dear sister who has cast her lot among us. Henceforth I no longer considers the morrer. I toil not, nuther spin.’
“‘See here, Zeb,’ sais I. ‘You ain’t a bit my idee of a lily.’
“‘I don’t ast the approval o’ the world,’ sais he.
“‘An’ ye wouldn’t git it ef ye did,’ sais I. ‘But still I s’pose ye might do pretty well in this new ockypation ef it wasn’t fer one thing.’
“‘What’s that?’ he asts.
“‘Lilies don’t use tobacker,’ I answers.
“That kind o’ jolted him. His eyes opened wide, an’ I seen a few tears.