“Where did you get it?”
“It chipped the shell here. I raised it.”
“You?”
Hark? Another crow. It might have raised the ghosts of all the pines and hemlocks ever cut down in that country. Marvelous cock! Having crowed, he strode on again, surrounded by a bevy of admiring hens.
“What will you take for Signor Beneventano?”
“Sir?”
“That magic cock—what will you take for him?”
“I won’t sell him.”
“I will give you fifty dollars.”
“Pooh!”