"Oh, nothin'," says I. "I just drove over with the doctor, and I cruised 'round the premises a little, that's all. You must do a good business here. Make this stuff yourself?"
"No," he snapped.
I could see that he was dyin' to chuck me out, and didn't dast to. I picked up the chair and looked at it.
"Humph!" I says. "Grand Rivers Company, hey? Buy of them, do you?"
"Yes," says he.
"And this?" I took a centerpiece out of one of the boxes. "This come from Grand Rivers, too?"
"No," says he. "Boston. Is dere anything else you vant to know?"
"Guess not. You the sick man?"
"No; mine brudder."
"Your brother, hey? Let's see. I wonder if I don't know him. Kind of tall and thin, ain't he?"