"
"You can bet Bart would draw a sigh of relief if we did," chimed in the
inventor. "Why, the money that woman's spent pullin' that durn thing
to pieces an' puttin' it together again is a caution. Bart said you'd
be dumbfounded if you could know what he's paid out. If the coffin lid
was once clamped down on the pest he'd raise a hallelujah, poor feller."
"Willie!" gasped the horrified Celestina.
"Oh, I ain't sayin' he'd be glad to see Minnie goin'," the little old
man protested. "But that black satin has been a bone of contention
ever since the day it was bought. To begin with, it cost about ten
times what Bart calculated 'twould; he told me that himself. An' it's
been runnin' up in money ever since. When he got it he kinder figgered
'twould be an investment somethin' like one of them twenty-year
endowments, an' that for nigh onto a quarter of a century Minnie
wouldn't need much of anything else. But his reckonin' was agog. It's
been nothin' but that black satin all his married life. Let alone the
price of continually reenforcin' it, the wear an' tear on Minnie's
nerves when she's tinkerin' with it is somethin' awful.
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