“It’s too bad we got to keep ’em alone,” said Jenney. “I’m figgerin’ on addin’ to the lib’rary.... Durin’ the day or night. You be ready to take care of another volume. ’Tain’t so educational as the other figgers to be, but it’s put up in a dum sight pertier cover.”
“I git you,” said Peewee. “The librarian’ll be on the job. Got any idee what hour you’ll deliver?”
“May be any hour. Sit tight, and don’t on no account lose what we got. What we want, Peewee, is a nice, complete eddication, and we can’t git it ’less we have both them books to study side by side.”
“Uh huh.... An’ say, Sheriff, the pantry’s all ready fer that shipment of catchup. Quite a consignment, eh? Never had so much catchup in the house before.”
“Too doggone much. I was ag’in it.... But it’s comin’, and we got to look out f’r it.”
“Five loads,” said Peewee.
“Comin’ different roads.”
“Mebby ye kin dispose of some of it if the order’s too big fer your own use.”
“I kind of arranged to,” said Peewee. “Everythin’s all right this end.”
“For Gawd’s sake,” said Jenney, betraying for a moment his anxiety, “don’t let nothin’ slip.”