"They must be some game you can play."
"No," I says, "not and beat you. I can run two blocks w'ile you're stoopin' over to start, but if we was runnin' a foot race between each other, and suppose I was leadin' by eighty yards, a flivver'd prob'ly come up and hit you in the back and bump you over the finishin' line ahead o' me."
So Mrs. Hatch thinks I'm sore on account o' the seven-fifty, so she says:
"It don't seem fair for us to have all the luck."
"Sure it's fair!" I says. "If you didn't have the luck, what would you have?"
"I know," she says; "but I don't never feel right winnin' money at cards."
"I don't blame you," I says.
"I know," she says; "but it seems like we should ought to give it back or else stand treat, either one."
"Jim's too old to change all his habits," I says.
"Oh, well," says Mrs. Hatch, "I guess if I told him to loosen up he'd loosen up. I ain't lived with him all these years for nothin'."