“Can’t say as you do, but a feller has to be careful. Wot books do you sell?”
As well as he was able, Frank described the various volumes to Joel Perkins. The countryman grew very much interested.
“I’d like to see thet family doctor book, an’ the cattle book,” he remarked. “Perhaps they would make good wedding presents.”
“You certainly ought to have those books on the farm,” returned Frank, quickly, and then, seized with a sudden idea, he went on: “Why not come back with me and let me show you the books? It won’t cost you a cent.”
“But we’ve got to ride back, ain’t we?”
“Yes, but I’ll pay your fare. I know you’ll think the books a bargain when you see them. Every family ought to have a good doctor’s book, and every farmer ought to have a good cattle book.”
“Has thet doctor’s book got in it about rheumatism and liver trouble?”
“To be sure it has.”
“And does the cattle book tell about sheep and sech?”
“Yes, sir; and both books have hundreds of pictures, too.”