Here was a chance to make good money by fleecing the lambs, yet he was absolutely unable to take advantage of it.
"Ye--ye couldn't use any duck eggs, could ye ?" he said, a sudden thought seeming to furnish him with a brilliant idea.
"Duck eggs ?" "I got the dum-twistedest, extry fine lot o' duck eggs ye ever seen." "But what can we do with duck eggs ?" inquired Beth, wonderingly, while Patsy and Louise tried hard not to shriek with laughter.
"W'y, set 'em under a hen, an' hatch 'em out." "Sir," said Beth, "I strongly disapprove of such deceptions.

It seems to me that making a poor hen hatch out ducks, under the delusion that they are chickens, is one of the most cruel and treacherous acts that humanity can be guilty of.

Imagine the poor thing's feelings when her children take to water! I'm surprised you could suggest such a wicked use for duck eggs." McNutt wiggled his toes again, desperately.
"Can't use any sas'frass roots, can ye ?" "No, indeed; all we crave is the 'Lives of the Saints.'" "Don't want to buy no land ?" "What have you got to sell ?" "Nuth'n, jest now.

But ef ye'll buy I kin git 'most anything." "Don't go to any trouble on our account, sir; we are quite content with our splendid farm." "Shoo! Thet ain't no good." "Captain Wegg thought it was," answered Louise, quickly seizing this opening.

"Otherwise he would not have built so good a house upon it." "The Cap'n were plumb crazy," declared the agent, emphatically.