“I got to dress up some,” says he, “as well as Dad. I been puttin’ away a little money to git me some clothes—real respectable clothes, and as soon as we’re through our business I’m a-goin’ in and git me a suit and some shirts and shoes that ’ll knock the eyes right out of the folks back home. Wait till you see me.”
CHAPTER XVI
We kept going till we got to one of the biggest stores in town. It was a furniture-store, and it looked big enough to hold furniture enough to fill every house in the state. Catty turned in.
“What’s the idee?” says I. “Goin’ to buy some respectable furniture, too?”
“Some day, but not yet. Got to have a house first.”
“You’re goin’ to have a house?”
“Jest wait and see. One of these days Dad an’ me is goin’ to have a house that ’ll make Captain Winton’s look like a cow-shed. There’s nothin’ like a fine house to make folks b’lieve you’re respectable. I dunno why it is, but as soon as a body moves into a big house he gets to be somebody right off. Jest you get a fine house, and folks takes off their hats to you.”
“Maybe,” says I; “but what are we comin’ in here for?”
“To see the man that owns it.”
“Why?”