"Ye do?"
"Sure. Never thought of it till ye put the notion into me head. It might be a good scheme, though."
"Well, what's all that stuff at your place fer, then?"
"Oh, that's a gift. Belle's dad sent it fer the kids."
"He did!" Zeb's eyes opened wide in amazement.
Abner smiled. He was enjoying himself immensely now.
"It shook ye'r timbers, did it?" he queried. "Thought I was goin' store-keepin'. No, I don't intend to start that at present. I've somethin' else on me mind."
"Ye have? Some more fool-nonsense, I s'pose."
"No, this is the real thing, first class an' up to date. I'm goin' to make money hand-over-fist. Listen to this."
Fumbling in his vest pocket, Abner brought forth a newspaper clipping and unfolded it with great care.