“Well,” says I, “now we’re here, and he’s here, and what be we goin’ to do about it?”
“We’re goin’ to look over that churn before he gits it to Litchfield,” says Catty.
CHAPTER XXI
We drove along at a pretty good clip for two or three miles and no ideas occurred to us. We knew we had to do something before we got to Litchfield, but when it came to doing it we didn’t seem to be any good. It seemed to us to be just as hard to get a look at Kinderhook’s churn in his buggy as it was to get a look at it in his room at the hotel.
“We’ll just have to wait for somethin’ to turn up,” says I.
“Things don’t never turn up unless you make ’em,” says Catty.
“Then our beans is spilled,” says I.
“It’s four miles to Litchfield yet,” says Catty. “With a nice smooth road,” says I. “Kinderhook ain’t goin’ to git out of that buggy to pick flowers just so’s we can look at his old churn.”
“But he’s got to git out, just the same.”
“If he did he’d carry his churn along with him in his pants pocket,” says I.