"Rose, I know you'll be busy during the next few days me dying, the things that have to be arranged, the funeral and all that. But when it's all over, you'll let that be the first thing, won't you?" "Yes, the very first thing, if you wish it." "I do. Get Dr. Hurton on the job at once, and have him fight it. He knows his business. Let him come twice a day until he's sure it's out of the herd.
She had attended with conscientious promptness to checking the trouble that had brought about his death. "I promised Mr. Wade it should be the first thing," she had explained to Dr. Hurton. "'You'll let it be the first thing, won't you? Those were his very words. He depended on us, Doctor."
Keep that new bull out of the pasture. And if Hurton can't clean it up, you'd better get rid of the herd before it gets known around the country. You know how news of that kind travels. Don't try to handle the sale yourself. If you do, it'll be a mistake. The prices will be low if you get only a county crowd." "Neighbors usually bid low," she agreed.