"There are plenty of farms of only ten acres."
"Oh, shah!"
He grumbled a great deal at the automobiles.
"OLD SAMUEL JUDIE, LYING ON A BANK, AND PHILOSOPHISING ON LIFE."
"Last Sunday," said he, "a man and his wife were knocked down just here. They had been saving and pinching for years, and had at last cleared the mortgage off their farm, and were reckoning to live decently. The automobile cut the woman's head right off, and the man is lying in the hospital. There ought to be a law against the automobiles rushing through from Elkhart to South Bend on Sundays."
"I suppose South Bend is a rich place?"
"Shah!"
"What do they make there?"