Make it a hundred even; that'll do me handy.
"Say," he went on easily, noting the decidedly negative poise of the other's head.

"I've got a tolerable sweet tooth, I have.

Recollect the taffy I made over on Preacher Creek that time?
I declare! how time does fly! That was all of six years ago if it's a day.

More'n that, surely.

Seven, by the Jimcracky! But ez I was sayin', I'd ruther do without my plug of 'Star' than sugar.