"Don't believe I could. The world's big enough to last one man."
"Don't know but what it is," said Norton. "Will you write a book?"
"Guess not. Take too much time."
"Then the travelling would do nobody good but you?" said David.
"Who else should it?" replied Elisha.
"The book would do nobody any good, if he were to write it," suggested Judy.
"Polite"—said Elisha.
"Selfish"—retorted Judy.
"Everybody is selfish," returned the young cynic.
"'Tain't true," said Norton; "but I haven't time to argue just now. I've got work enough to do as a judge. Are we most through? I declare, here's half a dozen more to speak. Speak quick, please; and don't say so many odd things. The judge's work isn't going to be a trifle, in this court. Dick Morton, go ahead."