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When Lovey Mary stumbled over the Hazy threshold with the sleeping Tommy and the duck in her arms, Miss Hazy fluttered about in dismay. She pushed the flour-sifter farther over on the bed and made a place for Tommy, then she got a chair for the exhausted girl and hovered about her with little chirps of consternation. "Dear sakes! You're done tuckered out, ain't you? You an' the baby got losted?
"That air tew cents was fer the flour-sifter," inwardly mourned Angy, "an' it was wuth double an' tribble, fer it's been a good friend ter me fer nigh on ter eight year." "Tew cents on the second hunderd," said Abe for the tenth time. "I've counted it over an' over. One hunderd dollars an' tew pesky pennies. An' I never hear a man tell so many lies in my life as that air auctioneer.
Wiggs was an oracle, acquiesced heartily. "All right: that's fixed. Now I'll go home an' send you all over some nice, hot supper by Billy, an' to-morrow mornin' will be time enough to think things out." Lovey Mary, too exhausted to mind the dirt, ate her supper off a broken plate, then climbed over behind Tommy and the flour-sifter, and was soon fast asleep.
One nutmeg-grater. Two wire sieves; one ten inches across, the other four, and with tin sides. One flour-sifter. One fine jelly-strainer. One frying-basket. One Dover egg-beater. One wire egg-beater. One apple-corer. One pancake-turner. One set of spice-boxes, or a spice-caster. One pepper-box. One flour-dredger. One sugar-dredger. One biscuit-cutter. One potato-cutter. A dozen muffin-rings.
"I'll do it," he answered with instant penitence. "No. You sit right down there in that chair and don't you stir. I will go and get the dustpan and brush." "I'm awfully sorry," called Bob, plunged into the depths of despair. "I didn't realize that when you turned the handle of the darn thing the stuff went through." "What did you think a flour-sifter was for?" asked she, dimpling.
"All right sir," handing over the fifty cents, "I'll return after dinner and try it again." This little experience about convinced me that there was more money in that business than in patent rights. As I was on my way to the hotel I met a man with a small flour-sifter for the sale of which he was acting as general agent in appointing sub-agents. I asked his terms.
He said it wasn't necessary for him to do anything of the kind, as he owned a nice home and a small farm and had some money on interest, but he didn't like to spend his time in idleness. I told him that our house had no vacancies, but I could intercede in his behalf in making him an agent for a patent flour-sifter. He asked what terms he could make.
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