“You’re lucky folk to be able to keep a cow.”
“Well, we are; and we can always dispose of our butter.”
“And you have fowls as well.”
“Yes; and the regrader takes them also. I’ll put you up some eggs in a basket.”
Old Eli considered.
“I thought you might have sent ’em, wi’out my havin’ to fetch ’em,” was his ungracious comment.
“I am very sorry, Eli.”
“You ort to be, considerin’ your father and me was like brothers. By the way, I ha’ had dreams—that is to say, visions—about he lately.”
“No, never! I hope all is well with old vayther.”
“Middlin’,” responded Eli.