“She’d do it at night,” says I.
“Yes,” says he.
“So there’s nothin’ for us to do but wait,” says I.
“You n-never make no money waitin’,” says Mark. “We got to be d-d-doin’ somethin’.”
“We’ll be kept busy to-day loadin’ that car.”
“Yes, and if we g-g-git an order for bowls and things from that firm Zadok told us about, why, we’ll be busier ’n ever,” says he.
So we went back to the mill, and Binney was there, and so was Tallow. The mail had come and there was a letter giving us an order for bowls and turned stuff and asking us to ship at once. Mark said the prices was as good as he expected, and better, and that if we could keep on getting such prices we would make a nice lot of money.
“How about a car?” he says to Tallow.
“Can’t git none,” says Tallow.
“Why can’t we git one? We got to git one.”