“Shoppin’ for mules and harness and wheelers and things. Cast yer black lamps over this here display of railroad haberdashery, apple blossoms. This here’s the new half of the Phinehas-Abishua Construction Company. Where’s the dad?”
“At Stlingbloke.”
“Good night! Well, le’s unhitch ’em, ole Falcon.”
“Daisy, whose shave tails an’ wheelers are them?”
Mr. Daisy placed the tips of five fingers against his breastbone and bowed till he was shaped like a carpenter’s square.
“Mine,” he impressively proclaimed.
“Yours! Where’d ye get ’em?”
“Bought ’em.”
“With what, I’d like to know?”
“Money.”