That ain't Noah's Ark over thar--it's a barn. And just for a
starter, if I was you--" Here Dave deliberated. "Of course it's none of my
business," he said, "it's for you and your grandfather to decide--and I
don't propose to interfere in what ain't any of my affair--"
"Yes, yes, Dave, sure! That's all right! But go on! _What_, just for a
starter?"
"Cows," came the tranquil answer. "I've been hunting around since you wrut
me last month. And I know of three good milkers--"
"Three? Why, Dave, I wrote we want thirty or forty!"
"Yes--you wrut," Dave answered. "But I've druv all around these parts--and
there ain't but three that I can find. And I ain't so sure of that third
one. She looks like she might--" George cut in.
"But you only had a buggy, Dave! Gee! I'm going to have a Ford!"
"That so, George?"
"You bet it's so! And we'll go on a cow hunt all over the State!"
"Well--I dunno but what you're right," Dave responded cautiously. "You
might get more cows if you had a Ford--an' got so you could run it. Yes, I
guess it's a pretty good scheme. I believe in being conservative,
George--but I dunno now but what a Ford--"
Their voices passed from under the window, and Roger relaxed and smiled to
himself. It was a good beginning, he thought.
They bought a Ford soon afterwards and in the next few weeks of June they
searched the farms for miles around, slowly adding to their herd.
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