We got him inside of some gingham, and he disappeared into the kitchen again.
"Where d'ye get them birds?" says the wife, noddin' after him.
"Sssh!" says Alex. "That feller there is gonna make us all rich before the month is over! We'll have more money than we can count and—"
"Oh, won't that be grand!" says the wife, who'd believe Alex if he told her Missouri started the war. "Then I can have everything I want."
"I thought that happened when you got me," I says.
"Still," she sighs, payin' me no attention as usual, "money ain't everything."
"No," says Alex, "but it'll get it!"
"We always was used to money," goes on the wife, gettin' kinda doped under the influence of the sweet and savory odors which was comin' from the kitchen. "You know, Alex, that our family was connected with the best people in Vermont."
"They ain't got a thing on a telephone operator," I says. "They get connected with the best people in the United States every day!"
I don't get a tumble from either of them.