“Well, Bet——”
“Hold on, Jobe,” says I. “Well, I thought you and me and Bill Bowers started up street, and when we were passin Jones’s bank he called us in.
“Says he: ‘Mr. Gaskins, I guess we can accommodate you with that little matter you was speakin about this morn——”
“‘I dont want it now,’ says you.
“‘No,’ says I.
“‘Ide think not,’ says Bill Bowers.
“‘Well, but hold—hold on,’ says Jones. ‘I—I—we—we will let you have that amount at four per cent.’
“‘Oh, no,’ says you.
“‘Well, how will three strike you?’ says Jones.
“‘I dont want it at all,’ says you.