It did, old friend.

And his old lad, huh?

Hello, dear sweet little old granny.

Granny, my poor old cripple Mewitt.

You see, Granny, old Leif has changed.

Old Leif done got himself a job.

When a poor old stove-up, wore-out, gray-haired old granny has to do all the grudge-holding in the family.

Old Leif's going to work down at Mr. Drydale Bank.

You take good care of old Jed's money, you hear?

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

So this is where you keep old Jed's money, is it?

Oh, well, it's only five or six miles to old Jed's place.

Well, let's commence the digging under that big old elm out there.

Well, that kind of worries me, old Jed and me being like that.

Why, I've got time to chop old Jed another cord of wood or two for Sunday.

A fine, beautiful, young city girl like you giving a poor old hound dog like me a ride in your beautiful automobile.

I wish I could stay and see this joyous reunion between two old friends, but I must be getting back to the bank.

Just giving thanks for a fine, generous, upstanding young man like yourself letting a poor old razorback like me work in his fine bank looking after the money of his nearest and dearest friend.

What I have in mind for a night watching old Jed's money is if you was to put it into some gunny sacks, I'd sit on them sacks with my shotgun across my lap.