them above the reach of want."

_Butterwick_. "I don't want to raise them above the reach of want. I
want them to want. Best thing they can do is to tucker down to work as
I did"

_Gunn_. "Oh, Mr. Butterwick, try to take a higher view of the matter.
When you are an angel and you come back to revisit the scenes of
earth, will it not fill you with sadness to see your dear ones exposed
to the storm and the blast, to hunger and cold?"

_Butterwick_. "I'm not going to be an angel; and if I was, I wouldn't
come back."

_Gunn_. "You are a poor man now. How do you know that your family will
have enough when you are gone to pay your funeral expenses, to bury
you decently?"

_Butterwick_. "I don't want to be buried."

_Gunn_. "Perhaps Mrs. Butterwick will be so indignant at your neglect
that she will not mourn for you, that she will not shed a tear over
your bier."

_Butterwick_. "I don't want a bier, and I'd rather she wouldn't cry
any."

_Gunn_. "Well, then, s'posin' you go in on the endowment plan and take
a policy for five thousand dollars, to be paid you when you reach the
age of fifty?"