"Who's P'fessor Silver?"
"He's the ol' guy that's stayin' at M's Rude's. Wears those big round goggles—you know! Always sneakin' up on bugs and lookin' at 'em through a magnifyin'-glass."
"What's he p'fessor of?"
"Hobart College!"
"And he'll pay for ol' cats?"
"You're right he will! Fif-ty cents apiece!"
"Fif-ty cents apiece? Aw, what'd he want of ol' cats enough to pay fif-ty cents for 'em?"
"That is neither here nor there," declared Sube, "so long as he does pay for 'em."
"S'pose that ol' net'd hold a cat?" questioned Gizzard.
"Would it hold a cat? Would it? Say, boy, that net'd hold a elephant! But that is neither here nor there, 'cause all we—"