“What if I did?” says he.
“Why, you could sell her.”
“I could sell an elephant if I had one, I expect, but I hain’t got no elephants, nor no zebras, nor no ornithorincuses. Know somebody wants to buy a cow?”
“Mr. Gackins next door to Gage’s was sayin’ to Dad the other night that he was lookin’ out for a Jersey.”
“Um!... Jersey, eh? S’pose he meant it?”
“Know he did,” says I. “His last cow took sick and died, and he needs another.”
“Let’s go see him,” says Catty.
So we walked up toward Gackins’s, and Mr. Gackins was digging in the garden.
“Mr. Gackins?” says Catty.
“What kin I do fur you, young man?” says Mr. Gackins.