"What, that ragged old thing that wan't worth nothin'?"
"Worth nothin'! Why, it belonged to my grandmother."
"I never heard of that before."
"Oh, yes, you have, and what's the use of talkin' that way? You've known it all the time."
"News to me," said the old man.
"It's not news to you, anything of the sort; but the question is, do you know what has become of it?"
"Susan, in this here life many things happen, things that we wish hadn't happened. I am not sorry that they fit to a finish, for that had to be; but I am sorry that I wrapped 'em in that curtain when I buried 'em."
"Gracious alive, what has possessed the man! Oh, you do distress me so. How could you do such a thing, Limuel? I do believe you have gone daft. But you go right out there now and dig up them good-for-nothin' chickens and bring me that curtain. Go right on this minit."
"What, Susan, and rob the dead and the brave? You wouldn't have me do that."
"Go on, I tell you, or I'll go myself, and throw the fetchtaked things over to the hogs. The idee of wrappin' up them cruel, good-for-nothin' things in a curtain like that. Oh, I never was so provoked in my life."