"Here's enough an'
more'n enough, I reckon," said Jeb Case. "We got eggs,
butter, bread, bacon, milk, an' a mite o' garden sass."
"But we ain't goin' to charge you nothin' fer the gar-
den sass," interjected Mrs. Case.
"That's awfully nice of you," replied The Kid. "How
much do I owe you for the rest of it?"
"Oh," said Jeb Case, rubbing his chin, eyeing the big
roll of bills and wondering just the limit he might
raise to, "I reckon 'bout four dollars an' six bits."
The Oskaloosa Kid peeled a five dollar bill from his
roll and proffered it to the farmer. "I'm ever so much
obliged," he said, "and you needn't mind about any
change. I thank you so much." With which he took the
several packages and pails and turned toward the road.
"Yew gotta return them pails!" shouted Mrs. Case af-
ter him.
"Oh, of course," replied The Kid.
"Gosh!" exclaimed Mr. Case, feelingly. "I wisht I'd
asked six bits more--I mought jest as well o' got it as not.
Gosh, eh?"
"Gosh!" murmured Willie Case, fervently.
Back down the sticky road plodded The Oskaloosa
Kid, his arms heavy and his heart light, for, was he not
'bringing home the bacon,' literally as well as figuratively.
Pages:
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114