“Do you want another piece?”
“Don’t know that I am entitled to it, ma’am—but it’s mighty good.”
“Yes, you can have it,” she answered, and got another piece from a side table. Then she turned again to her husband. “You might better take the book, Samuel.”
“Guess as how I will.” And the farmer went upstairs to get the money.
“You can pay me to-morrow, when I bring the book,” said Frank. “This is only my sample. I’ll bring you a nice, clean copy.”
“Good for you.”
“What do you think of the other book?” went on the young book agent. “If you have one book with which to doctor your cattle and poultry, you ought to have another with which to doctor yourself.”
“Haw! haw! haw!” roared Hiram. “Thet’s a good joke.”
“Betty Daws has a family doctor book,” said the farmer’s wife. “She says it saves her many a spell of sickness.”
“Do you ever have much sickness?” asked Frank.