“Want onythin’, mister?” he asked.
“No. Oh Lord, no! I only want to get some other word out of you than ‘eh.’”
“Oh,” said Pippard.
“Thanks. Thanks most awfully. Now we’re moving.... Well, how’s the corn? It looks fine and fat.”
“Ah,” said Pippard, grinning broadly and affectionately.
The little man bowed. He seemed to be saying things which would arouse laughter among an invisible audience.
“Again I thank you. Yes, very fine and fat. You’ve been punching out and giving them thick ears. What?”
The examination was continued.
“You doan’t seem ter be talkin’ sense, mister.”
Another shriek of laughter disturbed the characteristic peacefulness.