“Why, I work in the fields, or else I drive folks’ wagons when there’s stuff to carry.”
“Why have you come here?”
“What! why, I’ve come like the rest of ’em! to see what a sorcerer looks like.”
“Who told you that I was a sorcerer?”
“The barber did, when I got clipped at his place this morning; and as there ain’t been no sorcerers in these parts for a long time, I stayed in town on purpose to see you.”
“Do you want to be magnetized?”
“Magne—What do you mean by that?”
“Do you want me to put the secret agent at work on you?”
“Pardi! I don’t care what you put to work!”
“Well, what do you wish to know?”