Ain't you sense ner reason?
Drive her from the house, will you?
An' me relyin' on sendin' you half her board money to help you out?
You fool!" "Why under the Heavens didn't you tell me?
How could I know?
No danger but the bowl is upset, and it's all your fault.

She should be worth ten thousand, maybe twenty!" "I never knew till jist before supper.

I got it frum a letter she wrote to her brother.

I'd no chanct to tell you.

Course I meant to, first chanct I had; but you go to work an upset everything before I get a chanct.