"I sell—" then, recalling the private nature of this particular prospect, he finished—"almost anything any one will buy."
This answer apparently satisfied the garrulous black, who nodded and pursued his childish curiosity:
"An' when you sell something do you have it sent from away up in America del Norte down here?"
"Sure."
"An' us git it?"
Strawbridge laughed.
"If you're lucky."
The black man scratched his head at this growing complication of the drummer's sketch of the North American export trade. Then he discovered a gap in his information.
"Seño', you ain't said what it is you sell, yit."