Dad can find fish, but he ain't no ways progressive--he don't go with the march o' the times.
They're chock-full o' labour-savin' jigs an' sech all.

'Ever seed the Elector o' Gloucester?
She's a daisy, ef she is a toothpick." "What do they cost, Dan ?" "Hills o' dollars.

Fifteen thousand, p'haps; more, mebbe.

There's gold-leaf an' everything you kin think of." Then to himself, half under his breath, "Guess I'd call her Hattie S., too.".