? ? ? ? "Well ain't you going to save any of it?"
? ? ? ? "Save it? What for?"
? ? ? ? "Why so as to have something to live on, by and by."
? ? ? ? "O, that ain't any use. Pap would come back to thish-yer town some day and get his claws on it if I didn't hurry up, and I tell you he'd clean it out pretty quick. What you going to do with yourn, Tom?"
? ? ? ? "I'm going to buy a new drum, and a sure-'nough sword, and a red neck-tie and a bull pup, and get married."
? ? ? ? "Married!"
? ? ? ? "That's it."
? ? ? ? "Tom, you- why you ain't in your right mind."
? ? ? ? "Wait- you'll see."
? ? ? ? "Well that's the foolishest thing you could do, Tom. Look at pap and my mother. Fight? Why they used to fight all the time. I remember, mighty well."
? ? ? ? "That ain't anything. The girl I'm going to marry won't fight."
? ? ? ? "Tom, I reckon they're all alike.
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