"Mr. Sykes heard it into the feedstore."
"Mis' Badger says it."
"They was all talkin' about it into the undertaker's."
"He's going to build a new house."
"His wife thinks she's goin' to like it here."
Mr. Pawket took off his spectacles. His wife! Willum with a wife?
The twins, now devouring griddle-cakes, turned on him with unmoved faces.
"It's going to be a show-place. The butcher can tell yer all about it—a grand house like a big railroad station, all gold pipes and runnin' water."
One twin turned the syrup-jug upside down; there ensued a slight scuffle between the two, each ardently attempting to hold his plate under the golden falling globules.
"They'm goin' to have five ottermobiles, and one for the cook to run herself around in; there's goin' to be one room all canary-birds, and there's goin' to be a g'rage with painted winders and a steeple like a church."