... Garveys an enormous quantity of ready, green, crisp money for their thirty-acre patch of cleared land, mentioning, as an excuse for such a mad action, some irrelevant and inadequate nonsense about ... primitive wants Somewhere in Mrs Garvey's bosom still survived a spot of femininity unstarved by twenty years of Blackjack For so long a time the sounds in her ears had been the scaly-barks dropping ... pick a feud with we 'uns, no mo'n with a fam'ly of tree-toads Quality people everywhar, says Missis Garvey, has feuds We 'uns ain't quality, but we're uyin' into it as fur as we can 'Take the money,...