"Guess it's enough fer the first time. If ye find ye'r rushed ye kin put up the price."
"Sure. Anyway, I'll make up in numbers, all right. Better have that terbaccer ready, Zeb, for I'll want it to soothe me nerves when I git through with the gang."
"Seems to me ye'r partly paid already, Abner. Ye've pocketed the plug I jist let ye have."
"Well, I declare! Good job ye reminded me, Zeb," and Abner chuckled as he handed back his neighbor's property.
"I feel so sure of winnin' the bet that I thought I owned that plug. Now ye mention office hours in that ad. Where am I to git an office?"
"In ye'r own house, of course. That's the right place."
"H'm, I s'pose it is. But, ye see, I'm afraid Tildy an' the gals might object to havin' a crowd around. Let me have this place, will ye, Zeb?"
"My workshop!"
"Sure. Ye kin sweep it up a bit, an' it'll do fine. Ye won't be usin' it Saturday night, will ye?"
"Seems to me, Abner, ye'r gittin' me too much into this affair. I don't want people to think that I've lost me senses, even if you have. But ye'r welcome to the place fer all the good it'll do ye."