“All right, you can come in, Mr. Hardy.”
“How much will it be?”
“Oh, I don’t know—about twenty cents, I guess.”
“Thank you, that’s cheap enough.”
Frank was soon in the house, and having washed his hands at the kitchen sink, sat down to the table. A really liberal meal for twenty cents was set before him.
“Like to look at some of my books?” he asked of the farmer, who had about finished his repast.
“I dunno.”
“It won’t cost you anything. Here you are. Look them over all you please,” and Frank passed over the health book and the cattle and poultry work. Then, without saying more he continued to eat what was set before him.
“This here cattle book is quite something,” said the farmer, after a spell of silence. “I think Bill Judkins has one of ’em.”
“This is the latest and best—just issued last fall,” returned Frank. “It is thoroughly up-to-date, and tells of the latest methods of treating cattle and poultry for all sorts of diseases.”