Try as she would to curb
her tongue, under such circumstances, she occasionally would burst out:
"I do wish, Willie Spence, you'd quit your dreamin' an' come to dinner."
For answer Willie would rise hastily and stand arrested, a bit of
string in one hand and the hammer in the other, and peering
reproachfully over the top of his steel-bowed spectacles would reply:
"Law, Tiny! You wouldn't begretch me my dreams, would you? They're
about all I've got. If it warn't fur the things I dream I wouldn't
have nothin'."
The wistfulness in the sensitive face would instantly transform
Celestina's irritation into sympathy and cause her to respond:
"Nonsense, Willie! What are you talkin' about? Ain't you got more
friends than anybody in this town? Nobody's poor so long as he has
good friends."
"Oh, 'taint bein' poor I mind," laughed Willie, now quite himself
again. "It's knowin' nothin' an' bein' nothin' that discourages me.
If I'd only had the chance to learn somethin' when I was a youngster I
wouldn't have to be goin' it blind now like I do.
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