“D’you know what Catty said to me this morning?” Jack asked me, and he was grinning again like he was tickled to death.
“No,” says I.
“He asked if I’d ever taken lessons in manners.”
“Huh!” says I.
“He said I acted like I had manners, and he wanted to know where I got ’em. I told him I guess they grew on me like my nose, and he wanted to know if I wouldn’t sort of take charge of his father and him in the manners line. I’m going to live with them, of course. He says he’s gone as far as he’s able teaching his father table manners, and he wants I should go on from where he left off—teaching both of them.”
“Better do it,” says I, “if Catty wants you to.”
“Guess I will,” says Jack.
“Get that house contract?” says I.
“Landed it this morning. Our price was fifty-four hundred dollars.”
“Much profit into it?”