As we turned in his driveway Catty began talking to the cow. “Careful now, Jane,” says he. “Watch where you’re steppin’. You’re comin’ to your home now, and I hope you’re goin’ to enjoy it. There never was a better or pleasanter-natured cow than you and the way you give milk is a caution. I hate to part with you, but Mr. Gackins here needs a first-class cow and I want to find a home for you....” Then he pretended to notice Mr. Gackins, and says: “Here she is, sir.... Jane, here’s your new owner, Mr. Gackins. Come over and leave him pat your head.”
Mr. Gackins came over and looked at Jane and talked to her and patted her head.
“Guaranteed,” says Catty. He told how much milk she gave and all that as he had learned it from Mr. Winklereid.
“I like her looks. How much?” says Mr. Gackins.
“Thirty-nine dollars,” says Catty. “She’s about the finest Jersey in this neck of the woods.”
“Too high. Couldn’t pay a cent more ’n thirty-five.”
“Too bad.... Well, guess we’ll have to drive you home, Jane. G’-by, Mr. Gackins. Hope you git as good a cow somewheres else, but I doubt it.”
As we came up the marshal said to Mr. Atkins: “You won’t leave town, eh? Wa-al, we’ll see about that”
“Hey, hold on there! What’s the hurry? I’ll go thirty-six.”