“What for?”
“Havin’ a white stripe painted down the side of his pants so’s he kin join the band,” says Catty. “How do I know what for? That’s what I’m here to find out.”
Well, we hung around till Kinderhook came out, and he didn’t have his churn. He’d left it inside. We didn’t have any interest in him after that, but we did in the churn, so in about five minutes we went into the shop, and Catty says, “How long will it be before Mr. Kinderhook’s churn is done?”
“I told him it would be an hour, anyhow, if Kinderhook’s his name. Say, who is he, anyhow? Hain’t crazy, is he?”
“Not special. Why?”
“Havin’ a churn painted all red, white, and blue stripes runnin’ round and round like a barber-pole. Does he think it ’ll churn better that way?”
“Shouldn’t be s’prised,” says Catty.
“Yes, and he had all the markin’s took off it, too. The name and everythin’.”
“Of course,” says Catty, and then he said much obliged and we went out.
“Well,” says Catty, “he’s got his model churn now.”