Goin' to build a new house in the spring.

It will be nearer the village." He playfully nudged my ribs with his elbow.
"We've had a little good luck, Bart," he went on.

"I'll tell ye what it is if you won't say anything about it." I promised.
"I dunno as it would matter much," he continued, "but I don't want to do any braggin'.

It ain't anybody's business but ours, anyway.

An old uncle over in Vermont died three weeks ago and left us thirty-eight hundred dollars.