“Still, can’t do nothin’ about that, can we? Not even for a box full of gold!” “No, Mr. Weavall,” said Tiffany hoarsely. “Oh, don’t cry, girl! The sun is shinin’, the birds is singin’, and what’s past can’t be mended, eh?” said Mr. Weavall jovially. “And the Widow Tussy is waitin’!”
