“You seed vayther?”
“For sure I did,” answered Rattenbury.
“Well, Eli, do tell me what he said, and how he did look.”
“‘Go and tell Julia,’ sez he, ‘that I seez my way clear to realisin’ a tremenjous fortune. I’ve talked it over with my Betsy.’”
“What—is mother there?”
“Certain; her wasn’t neither church nor chapel goer, and her were just as lost as he about the road, and so got to Americay.”
“Dear, now, to think it!”
“‘Well,’” said he, “tell my Julia that I’m goin’ to set up a bacon factory; I’m goin’ to grow pigs, and mother’ll salt’n—her does it beautiful.’”
“But where’s the money to come from?” asked the astonished woman.