“Fifteen dollars a month,” says he.
“Have you got the rentin’ of it?”
“Yes.”
“Will you gimme—that is my father—a year’s lease of it for twelve and a half a month?”
I sort of swallowed hard, because I couldn’t see what in the world Catty wanted with another store. He had about all the stores he could use handy.
Mr. Wade thought a minute and then said he thought it would be all right.
“If I leased it, could I rent it out again to somebody else?”
“No reason you couldn’t,” says Mr. Wade.
“I’ll take it,” says Catty. “Git the lease drawn, and I’ll have the money for the first month’s rent. Is the deal all closed up now?”
“Yes, Sonny. Why?”