Hugh Pendexter,
The Will of Widow Peevy
(1907)
“ And buttoning his coat he walked stiffly to the door. "There goes a man," bitterly sneered the storekeeper, "that would bite the hand that feeds him. Don't see how he gits any pleasure out of life. Always gunning for the dollars and cents." "Shouldn't want him to manage my property," declared the penniless Mr. Jameson. The highway commissioner, who had been smoking furiously, now laid aside his pipe and eyed the nails with loathing as he compared his hard lot with the prospective riches awaiting the selectman, and he sighed, "Wal, I guess Currier will git it." ”
