“Fair to middlin',” says Mr. Jenney.
“Have you ever tasted my Pippins?” says Mr. Crewe. “A little science in cultivation helps along. I'm going to send you a United States government pamphlet on the fruit we can raise here.”
Mr. Jenney makes an awkward pause by keeping silent on the subject of the pamphlet until he shall see it.
“Do you take much interest in politics?”
“Not a great deal,” answers Mr. Jenney.
“That's the trouble with Americans,” Mr. Crewe declares, “they don't care who represents 'em, or whether their government's good or bad.”
“Guess that's so,” replies Mr. Jenney, politely.
“That sort of thing's got to stop,” declares Mr. Crewe; “I'm a candidate for the Republican nomination for representative.”
“I want to know!” ejaculates Mr. Jenney, pulling his beard. One would never suspect that this has been one of Mr. Jenney's chief topics of late.
“I'll see that the interests of this town are cared for.”