"Colonel Richard Butler; yes."
It was gradually filtering into the mind of Mr. Hubert Morrissey that for some reason the owner of the tree was harboring a resentment against the giver of the flag. Then he suddenly recalled the fact that Mr. Walker was the father of Colonel Butler's daughter-in-law, and that the relation between the two men had been somewhat strained. But Grandpa Walker was now ready with another question:
"Is Colonel Richard Butler a givin' the pole too?"
"Why, yes, I believe he furnishes the pole also."
"It was him 't sent ye out here a lookin' fer one; was it?"
"He asked us to hunt one up for him, certainly."
"Told ye, when ye found one 't was right, to git it? Not to haggle about the price, but git it an' pay fer it? Told ye that, didn't he?"
"Well, if it wasn't just that it was first cousin to it."
"Jes' so. Well, you go back to Chestnut Hill, an' you go to Colonel Richard Butler, an' you tell Colonel Richard Butler that ef he wants to buy a spruce tree from Enos Walker of Cobb's Corners, to come here an' bargain fer it himself. He'll find me to hum most any day. How's the sleighin'?"
"Pretty fair. But, Mr. Walker—"