“How much are yer givin’ fer eggs?”
“Cent apiece,” says the grocer.
“My wife wants a darnin’ needle. What do yer ask fer ’em?” “Cent apiece,” again from the grocer.
The farmer gets off his seat, takes out a weight, ties it to the horse’s head, and drops it on the road. Going to the back of the wagon, he reaches into a basket and takes out one egg, carrying it carefully into the grocery.
“I’ll swap yer this fer a darnin’ needle.”
The grocer gives him the needle and takes the egg. The farmer lingers.
“Don’t yer treat on a trade?”
The grocer looks at him curiously, swears, and then says:
“What’ll yer have?”
“Guess I’ll hev an egg flip.”