"If it wasn't you'd be in your little trundle over there, sleeping like a baby.

I don't know of any one who can sleep quite as sweetly as you, Peter.

But what the devil _is_ the trouble ?" "Something that you can't make me feel funny over.

You haven't heard--about the bear ?" "Not a word, Peter." Keller took his hands from his pockets and the big, bowled pipe from his mouth.
"You know what I did with that bear," he said.

"More than a year ago I made friends with her up there on the hill instead of killing her.