I'm sixty, an' I gits my livin' my own way, axin' nobody for the kind permission.

_That's_ my fortin!" And he pointed to the basket of weedy stuff which he had just set down.
Helmsley looked at it with some curiosity.
"What's in it ?" he asked.
"What's in it?
What's _not_ in it!" And the man gave a gesture of mingled pride and defiance.

"There's all what the doctors makes their guineas out of with their purr-escriptions, for they can't purr-escribe no more than is in that there basket without they goes to minerals.

An' minerals is rank poison to ivery 'uman body.

But so far as 'erbs an' seeds, an' precious stalks an' flowers is savin' grace for man an' beast, Matthew Peke's got 'em all in there.