on it.

A few days later, while I was standing by the fence, Slingsby came up and said, "Beautiful dog you have there." "Yes; it's a setter." "Indeed! A setter, hey?
The tax on setters is two dollars.

I'll collect it now, while I have it on my mind." I settled the obligation, and the next day Slingsby came around again.
He opened the conversation with the remark, "Billy Jones told me down at the grocery-store that your terrier had had pups." "Yes." "A large litter ?" "Four." "Indeed! Less see: tax is two dollars; four times two is eight--yes, eight dollars tax, please.

And hurry up, too, if you can, for they have a new batch of kittens over at Baldwin's, and I want to ketch old Baldwin before he goes out.

By the way, when did you put that weathercock on your stable ?" "Yesterday." "You don't say! Well, hold on, then.