“‘A plot an’ a penny left over!’ says he.
“‘A plot an’ a penny,’ says I.
“‘Tumm,’ says he, with a little smile, ‘I needs the plot, but you take the penny. ’Tis sort o’ surprisin’,’ says he, ‘an’ wonderful nice, too, t’ be able t’ make a bequest. I’d like t’ do it, Tumm,’ says he, ‘jus’ for the feel of it, if you don’t mind the size.’
“I ’lowed I’d take it an’ be glad.
“‘Look you! Bill Hulk,’ says Neverbudge, ‘if them graves is goin’ t’ trouble you, I’ll move un an’ pay the cost o’ labor. There, now!’ says he; ‘that’s kind enough.’
“Bill Hulk got up on his elbow. ‘What’ll you do along o’ my plot?’ says he.
“‘Move them graves,’ says Neverbudge.
“‘You leave my plot be, Tom Neverbudge!’ says Bill. ‘What you think I been wantin’ t’ lie in that plot for, anyhow?’
“Tom Neverbudge ’lowed he didn’t know.
“‘Why,’ says ol’ Bill Hulk, ‘jus’ t’ lie alongside them poor lonely little kids!’