She shouldn't have sent so much, that's all." He took the troubling bills again.
"Yo' _sounds_ raght, Mahstah Majah--you suttinly do sound _raght_! Ah gaiss Ah got a' raise ten hund'ed thousan' pulletts an mo'." For three more days the juggernaut of Sam Murdock's dray hauled heavy furniture over the prostrate spirit of Clem.

Faster than he could unpack the stuff was it unpiled at his door.

And it was poor stuff, moreover, in the opinion of Little Arcady.

Clem's history was known, of course, and during these busy days the town made it a point to pass his door in friendly curiosity about the belongings of his mistress.

When these could not be satisfactorily appraised from the yard, they sauntered up to the porch and surveyed Clem in the front room at his work of unpacking and cleaning.