“Havin’ it fixed up so there won’t be anythin’ to identify it by,” says I.
“That’s the idee. With red, white, and blue stripes around it it won’t look like any other churn that was ever made—and it ’ll work fine at the demonstration. It ’ll make butter quick, because the Criterion is a dandy churn.”
“Now what?” says I.
“Now we git home and sit down to wait for him to demonstrate,” says Catty.
CHAPTER XXII
We drove home as fast as we could and hustled the churn into Atkins & Phillips’s store. Jack was in the other room working on some drawings, and he came in to see what the racket was.
“What you got there?” says he.
“Churn,” says Catty.
“What you going to do with it?”
“Goin’ to churn the Atkins family respectable with it,” says Catty, and neither of us had the least idea what he was talking about, then, but we knew later. “Where’s Dad?” says Catty.