“Findings is keepings!” he said, gayly.
HE DREW UP BESIDE THE ROADWAY
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“Also, pilferings,” I returned, triumphantly. After all, I should not be compelled either to urge a sale or to offer a bribe.
“Call it pilfering if you have the face to, but in return for this bit of refreshment I am going to give you some advice.”
“Well?”
“The next time that you take your colored attaché’s place as teamster, make sure that he has greased your wagon wheels. You may not have observed it, but their protests against moving are simply diabolical.”
“Oh, is that what causes that noise?” I asked, leaning down from the seat the better to peer at the wheels in question.
“Certainly; Joe should not have allowed you to go out with them in such shape.”