“Yes.”
“Um!... Guess I’ll go on fishin’, then. We kin eat fish, but a feller that starts in to eat a paintin’ job when he hain’t got paint to spread nor brushes to spread it, nor yet ladders to climb up onto, is goin’ hungry for a spell. When you git all them things you come back and tell me, and I’ll go to work.”
“Promise that?”
“Yes indeedy.”
“G’-by, Dad. I got to hustle around spry.”
“Looks that way. I’ll have fish for supper, Sonny.”
We walked off, but Catty acted like he was perfectly satisfied.
“Dad he never made no promise he didn’t keep,” says he. “When once he’s give out his word, that’s the end. Now let’s see about them ladders.”
CHAPTER VI
“Know of any ladders in town?” Catty asked, after a while.