I have parch corn and liniment,
Which causes me to feel content.
There is some half a dozen kittles
To serve me when I cook my vittles.
Butter and eggs I do deal in;
To go without would be a sin.
When I sit down to cook my meals,
I know how good a king feels.
"Well, if you had your cart handy it would be worth while," said
Grandma Padgett indulgently. "But talkin' of such things when the
children are hungry only aggravates a body more."
Producing a key from his roundabout pocket, Mr. Matthews lifted his
voice and actually sung:
J. D. Matthews' cart stands at your door.
Lady, will you step out and see my store?
I've cally-co and Irish table linen,
Domestic gingham and the best o' flannen.
I take eggs and butter for these treasures,
I never cheat, but give good measures.
"Let me see if there is a cart," begged Bobaday, reaching for the
key which his grandmother reluctantly received.
He then went to the front door and groped in the weeds. The hand-cart
was there, and all of Mr. Matthews' statements were found to be
true. He had plenty of provisions, as well as a small stock of dry
goods and patent medicines, snugly packed in the vehicle which he was
in the habit of pushing before him.
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