"I don't care at all, Clam."
"And she says, what 'll you have?"
"Nothing — or anything. Don't talk to me about it."
"Ain't much good in choosing," said Clam, "when there ain't three things to choose from. How long can you live on pork, Miss 'Lizabeth?"
Elizabeth looked up impatiently.
"Longer than you can. Clam! —"
"Ma'am?"
"Let me alone. I don't care about anything."
Clam went off; but ten minutes had not gone when she was back again.
"Miss Lizzie, — Anderese wants to know if he'll go on cuttin' wood just as he's a mind to?"