"Johnson? Oh, in the tin business?"
"Oh, no, I'm not in business, at all, sir," was the reply.
"Not? Oh,"—thoughtfully echoes Yankee. "Wall, no matter, I thought p'raps yeou were from up aour way—I'm from near Maoun-Peelier—State of Varmount."
"Ah, indeed?"
"Ya-a-s."
"Fine country, I'm told?" says the old gent.
"Ye-a-a-s, 'tis;"—was the abstracted response of Yankee, who seemed to be revolving something in his own mind.
"Raise a great deal of wool—fine sheep country?"
"'Tis great on sheep. But sheep ain't nothin' to the everlasting hog craop!"
"Think not, eh?" said the old gent.