“You bet. I got all the business here that I want for a hundred years.”
“How much you want for everything?”
“Dunno till I take inventory.”
“Let’s take it,” says Catty, and in a minute we went at it hammer and tongs. It took us till late that night, but when we were through we knew exactly what that stock and stuff of Jim’s had cost.
“Set a price,” says Catty.
Jim did, and Catty just laughed. Right off he told Jim what he would pay, and it was a lot less. “I’m lookin’ for a bargain,” Catty says. “That’s my price, cash. You kin take it or leave it. I’ll give you ten minutes to think it over, and if you don’t take it then the offer is all off and we don’t make a deal.”
“You’re robbin’ me,” says Jim.
“You tried to rob Dad and me,” says Catty. “You’re gittin’ what’s comin’ to you.”
Jim he argued and fussed and hollered and haggled. But Catty just kept looking at the clock. “Time’s up,” he says. “What’s your answer?”
Jim he goggled and strangled, but there wasn’t anything for it. He had to take his medicine.