"I never saw such a queer girl."

"You will know I am not queer some time, and I would tell you why
now, but--"

"Don't you tell me a thing you don't want to."

"I think I had better wait just a little. But I don't know about all
those things."

"Say, why don't you send them to missionaries out West?"

"Oh, could I?"

"Of course you can. What's to hinder?"

"When I buy that place will you help me?"

"Of course I will. Now you are talking! I'm glad to do anything like
that. I think I'd be nutty if I had to live in the same house as that
fair."

The girl burst into a lovely peal of laughter. "Exactly what I
thought all the time," said she. "I wanted to buy them; you don't
know how much; but it was like buying rabbits, and white elephants,
and--oh, I don't know! a perfect menagerie of things I couldn't bear
to live with, and I didn't see how I could give them away, and I
couldn't think of a place to throw them away." She laughed again.