human
Papa! don't you think Mr. Kleesman says a blow-pipe isn't good for any thing to tell about silver with. And there was a man there to-day, with ore out of his mine, and it hadn't any silver at all in it,--not any to speak of,--and he thought it was splendid: he and two other men; they had tried it with a blow-pipe.
gpt
That's just like Kleesman. He thinks nobody but he can tell any thing. It's the money he's after. I see through him. Now I know I can make as good an assay with my blow-pipe as he can with all his little cups and saucers and gimcracks, any day.
human
What is it, Nelly?
gpt
Nothing, sir, replied Nelly:
human
Oh, yes, he's kind enough, said Mr. Scholfield:
gpt
But that man said--
human
Be quiet now, Rob, said Mr. March.
gpt
We won't talk any more about it now.
human
Come walk up and down in the lane with me, Nell, he said,
gpt
Upon my word, Nell, he said,
human
I guess I could if I had the cups and things, said Nelly:
gpt
I recollect every thing he did. But, papa, won't you let him take some ore from our mine, and let him see if it is good by his way? He won't ask us any thing: he said he was doing it every day, and he could put in one more cup as well as not. Oh, do, papa!
human
I'll think about it,