"I suppose that may account for how heavy it feels, sometimes, nowadays.

This town seems to be rolling right over that old heart you mentioned, George--rolling over it and burying it under! When I think of those devilish workmen digging up my lawn, yelling around my house--" "Never mind, father.

Don't think of it.

When things are a nuisance it's a good idea not to keep remembering 'em." "I try not to," the old gentleman murmured.

"I try to keep remembering that I won't be remembering anything very long." And, somehow convinced that this thought was a mirthful one, he laughed loudly, and slapped his knee.