I spect poor Mrs. Richer has to so day and nite.
And jist to think, all of them 7,488 dresses for one man’s wife!
All paid for by taxes.
Now I wonder, if them Congressmen dident have to work so hard, and could get along on less pay—I wonder if the tax-payer’s wife wouldent have a dress or two more, even if Mrs. Richer and her likes had to get along on a dress or two less? The Lord knows she could spare them out of all them 7,488 dresses.
Well, the idea okepyin my mind most now is: “Where can Jobe git the money to pay all that $2,100, when he haint got even one post-office to sell?”
CHAPTER VI.
BETTY, THE DRIVIN ANIMAL.
EVER since we got that letter from Congressman Richer, demandin his $2,100 by the fust of Aprile, Jobe has been scourin the country fur and near tryin to borrow the money, and, poor man, he is worse destracted than ever. Things haint like they use to be. Nobody seems to have any money to lend. He finds lots of people a huntin money, but nobody a findin any. He has been to Sandyville, and Mineral Pint, and Zoar, and way up in Stark County as fur as New Berlin, and nary the man has he found with $2,100 to lend on good security.
What to do Jobe dont know, nor neither do I.
Jobe says he will write to Mr. Richer and git him to wait a little longer, until times pick up a little.