"
"Ef it's paper bills as ye're a talkin baout," said Abner grimly,
"I've got quite a slew on em tew hum, mebbe a peck or tew. I got em
fer pay in the army. They're tew greasy tew kindle a fire with, an I
dunno o' nothin else ez they're good for. Ye're welcome to em, Ezry.
My little Bijah assed me fer some on em tew make a kite outer thuther
day, an I says tew him, says I, 'Bijah, I don' callate they'll do
nohow fer a kite, for I never hearn of a Continental bill a goin up,
but ef yer want a sinker fer yer fish line they're jess the thing.'"
There was a sardonic snicker at Ezra's expense, but he returned to the
charge quite undismayed.
"That ain't nuther here nor there," he said, turning toward Abner and
emphasizing his words with the empty mug. "What I asses yew is, wan't
them bills good fer suthin wen they wuz fuss printed?"
"They wuz wuth suthin fer a wile," assented Abner.
"Ezackly," said the other, "that's the nater o' bills. Allers they is
good fer a wile and then they kinder begins to run daown, an they runs
daown till they ain't wuth nuthin," and Ezra illustrated the process
by raising the mug as high as his head and bringing it slowly down to
his knees.
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