I guess youse are de kind, he said, with a grim smile, dat ain’t had to kill yerself worryin’ much about any kind of trouble, an’ it ain’t nothin’ to you to cut de ground of hope out from another guy’s feet an’ let him slide. Mabbe you think I’m nutty too, because I know I’m goin’ to be cured–but it don’t hurt you none to have me think so, does it? Mabbe someday you might like to hope a little yerself, an’ if–