188 FARMING IT 



Mr. Seed. Good arternoon, ladies. 



The ladies (forbiddingly) . Day, sir. 



Seed (affably but somewhat apprehensively) . What can 

 I show you to-day? 



Old Lady Snapdragon (who is deaf, to Miss Grubbe) . 

 What did the old fool say? 



Miss Mulli Grubbe. He wants to know what he can 

 show us. 



Old Lady Snapdragon. Tell him if we want anything 

 we will tell him. 



Seed (aside) . I '11 show 'em the door for two cents. 



Miss Grubbe. What's that ? 



Seed. Nothin', madam, talking to myself. 



Miss Grubbe. They dew say people do that ez they 

 grow old. 



Seed (aside) . She ought to know. 



Miss Grubbe. What 's that ? 



Old Lady Snapdragon. What does he say ? 



Seed (bellowing) . Nothin', madam. 



Old Lady Snapdragon. That 's whot he 's been doin' 

 all his life, talkin' 'n sayin' nothin', but's the first time I 

 ever knowed him t' acknowledge it. 



Miss Grubbe. What's the price of ironin' boards? 



Seed. Fifteen cents if you want 'em to lay people out 

 on, because you can return 'em. Fifty cents if you want 

 'em to iron on, 'cause we don't take 'em back. 



Old Lady Snapdragon. What 's he say ? 



Miss Grubbe. Fifteen cents for corpses and fifty cents 

 for live people. 



Seed (aside) . If you want 'em for the old lady and will 

 use 'em, I give ye one. 



Miss Grubbe. Give me a new fifty-cent one. 



