"But if I had bushels of it, I would not show as much as would make a cartridge without knowing why."
"Sir, I have told you why. My dear Mr. George, I have told you why."
"Not enough," says the trooper, shaking his head. "I must know more, and approve it."
"Then, will you come to the lawyer? My dear friend, will you come and see the gentleman?" urges Grandfather Smallweed, pulling out a lean old silver watch with hands like the leg of a skeleton. "I told him it was probable I might call upon him between ten and eleven this forenoon, and it's now half after ten. Will you come and see the gentleman, Mr. George?"

But I would not show it without knowing why."
"My dear Mr. George, I have told you why."
"Not enough," says the trooper, shaking his head. "I must know more."
"Then, will you come to the lawyer?" urges Grandfather Smallweed, pulling out a lean old silver watch. "I told him I might call upon him this morning. Will you come and see him, Mr. George?"
