"Well, you know that's agin the law."
"Yes, Granther."
"And there's a fine of one dollar for each offence."
"Yes, Granther."
"Well—here's the account I've kept, and I find you've broken the law twenty-five times; that is, sixteen times in April, and nine in May. At a dollar a time, that makes twenty-five dollars—don't it?"
"Yes, Granther."
"So, then, twenty-five from thirty leaves five; it appears, therefore, that there is a balance of five dollars due to you. How'll you take it, Mr. Kellogg? In cash, or in my way—say in 'taters, pork, and other things?"
At this point the carpenter's brow lowered, but with a prodigious effort at composure he replied,—
"Well, Granther, you may keep the five dollars, and I'll take it out in my way—that is, in swearing!"