He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he says:

“ Ain’t you a sweet-scented dandy, though? A bed; and bedclothes; and a look’n’-glass; and a piece of carpet on the floor⁠—and your own father got to sleep with the hogs in the tanyard. I never see such a son. I bet I’ll take some o’ these frills out o’ you before I’m done with you. Why, there ain’t no end to your airs⁠—they say you’re rich. Hey?⁠—how’s that?”

“They lie⁠—that’s how.”

“Looky here⁠—mind how you talk to me; I’m a-standing about all I can stand now⁠—so don’t gimme no sass. I’ve been in town two days, and I hain’t heard nothing but about you bein’ rich. I heard about it away down the river, too. That’s why I come. You git me that money tomorrow⁠—I want it.”

“I hain’t got no money.”