"And is that what makes folks' time valeyable?"
"In their opinion, madam."
"I never could see no use in havin' much money," said the old lady.
"But there comes a question," said Dillwyn. "What is 'much'?"
"More'n enough, I should say."
"Enough for what? That also must be settled."
"I'm an old-fashioned woman," said the old lady, "and I go by the old-fashionedst book in the world. That says, 'we brought nothing into this world, and we can carry nothing out; therefore, having food and raiment, let us be therewith content.'"
"But, again, what sort of food, and what sort of raiment?" urged the gentleman pleasantly. "For instance; would you be content to exchange this delicious manufacture,—which seems to me rather like ambrosia than common food,—for some of the black bread of Norway? with no qualification of golden butter? or for Scotch oatmeal bannocks? or for sour corn cake?"
"I would be quite content, if it was the Lord's will," said the old lady. "There's no obligation upon anybody to have it sour."
Mr. Dillwyn laughed gently. "I can fancy," he said, "that you never would allow such a dereliction in duty. But, beside having the bread sweet, is it not allowed us to have the best we can get?"