“She can’t make milk out of nothin’. Don’t you have no cows in New York?”
“Oh, yes,” said Julius, laughing; “the mayor has a whole drove of ’em, that he pastures in Central Park.”
“Does he get pasturin’ for nothin’?” asked Abner, in good faith.
“In course he does. Then there’s a lot of bulls in Wall Street.”
“Do they let ’em go round loose?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t they ever get rampagious?”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t they do mischief?”
“I guess they do. They’re always fightin’ with the bears.”