I've got somethin' in my eye that'll be easier an' better payin' than fightin' grasshoppers an' drought in Kansas." "Dave Harum!" cried the widow, rising to her feet, "you ought to 'a' ben a king!" "Wa'al," said David with a grin, "I don't know much about the kingin' bus'nis, but I guess a cloth cap 'n' a hoss whip 's more 'n my line than a crown an' scepter.

An' now," he added, "'s we've got through 'th our bus'nis, s'pose you step over to the house an' see Polly.

She's expectin' on ye to dinner.

Oh, yes," replying to the look of deprecation in her face as she viewed her shabby frock, "you an' Polly c'n prink up some if you want to, but we can't take 'No' fer an answer Chris'mus day, clo'es or no clo'es." "I'd really like ter," said Mrs.Cullom.
"All right then," said David cheerfully.

"The path is swep' by this time, I guess, an' I'll see ye later.