"Plenty of it. There is as good bed-sand in this region as the world can furnish. Aerated sand--and loose; but they won't buy it. They want something that will pack solid, and petrify."

"Eight feet square; and a sheet of iced oil-cloth to step on in the morning when you get out of the sand-quarry."

"No. It's the kind that sheds a gloom."

"I like a lamp that burns all night."

"This one won't. You must blow it out early."

"That is bad. One might want it again in the night. Can't find it in the dark."

"There's no trouble; you can find it by the stench."

"Two nails on the door to hang seven suits of clothes on if you've got them."