The next morning, when I went out to see if Mr. Prawley had hoed the garden properly, I found Mr. Rolfs and Mr. Millington leaning over my fence. They were unabashed.
“I have just been looking over your place,” said Rolfs, “and I must say it is a most admirably located place on which to keep a cow. And if you want any suggestions on cow-keeping, you may call on me at any time. I have studied the cow, in all her moods and tenses, for years.”
“Nonsense!” said Millington. “A man is foolish to try to keep live stock. Live stock is subject to all the ills—”
“Such as toothache!” sneered Rolfs.
“All the ills of man and beast,” continued Millington. “What you want is an automobile. Now I will sell mine—”
“No!” I said positively.
“You only say that because you do not know my automobile as I know it,” said Millington. “It is a wonder, that machine is. Now, I propose that to-morrow you and your wife take a little run up to Port Lafayette with me and my wife. After the cares of chicken raising—”
“Very well, Millington,” I said, “we will go to Port Lafayette!”