Frances was about to start the engine when Folsom jumped up on the running board: “Hold on, won’t you! I never did see any one in such a hurry to lose a bargain!”
“What’s the matter?” asked Mrs. James guilelessly.
“About that calf—do you want her or don’t you?”
“How useless to ask? If we had not wanted her would we have told you to deliver her on Saturday?”
“Well, then, I’ll bring the old cow along, but I want pay for the calf now. You might back out of the sale.”
“I can’t pay all cash now, as we paid for the cow. But I will leave a deposit of five dollars and you can collect the balance when you deliver the calf and the cow!” said Mrs. James.
“Ten or nothing!” demanded Folsom.
“All right. Good day. Drive on, Frances.”
“Give me the five and good riddance!” snarled Folsom as angry as he ever had been over a trade.
“Sign this receipt and I’ll hand you the five dollars,” was Mrs. James’ sweet reply, as she took a new five-dollar bill from her purse.