"Thanks fer the compliment, Zeb. 'Tisn't every day I git handed one so free an' easy like. What's started ye? Wife cranky, or is it indigestion ye've got?"
Zebedee did not deign to reply for a few minutes, but pulled steadily at his pipe, and gazed out over the fields.
"Say, Abner," he at length began, "what's the meanin' of ye'r actions, anyway?"
"Actions! What actions?"
"Why, you ought to know. How many customers de ye expect to have?"
"Customers!"
"Sure. Haven't ye started store-keepin'? Didn't I see a big truck at ye'r back door last night, loaded with enough goods to keep a lumber camp fer a month?"
"Oh, I see," and Abner's eyes twinkled with amusement as light began to dawn upon his mind. "Why shouldn't I start store-keepin'?"
"Why? Simply because ye would ruin ye'rself in a few weeks."
"I would, eh?"