“‘Then,’ says Bill, ‘as a religious man, is you able t’ tell me they was born in a proper an’ perfeckly religious manner?’
“‘I isn’t,’ says Neverbudge. ‘I guarantees nothin’.’
“‘An’ yet, as a religious man,’ says Bill, ‘you stands there an’ says it doesn’t matter?’
“‘Anyhow,’ says Neverbudge, ‘it doesn’t matter much’
“‘Not much!’ cries Bill. ‘An’ you a religious man! Not much t’ lie for good an’ all,’ says he, ‘in the company o’ the damned?’
“With that Tom Neverbudge put off in a rage.
“‘Uncle Billy,’ says I, ‘what you wantin’ that plot for, anyhow? ’Tis so damp ’tis fair swampy.’
“‘Nothin’ much,’ says he.
“‘But what for?’ says I.