"Yes," I answered, "and he makes you take groceries and dry goods for them, too, while I give you something you need in exchange for them."
She said, "That's so."
When we returned to Swanton we had nearly twenty dollars in cash, and that many dollars' worth of stock on hand at retail price.
I now felt very anxious to sell my horse, as my patent-right experience was quite sufficient to convince me that such a business was no business at all.
My horse was a handsome dapple grey, and my friend said he could paint him a dark color, and so completely disguise him that no man could detect him.
I suggested that it might also be a good idea to paint me, or at least my auburn hair.
He said he wouldn't undertake that job, but he knew he could fix the horse.
"Very well," said I, "go ahead and paint him."
He did so, and a first-class job it was.