“Now,” says Catty, “we got to give a little time to Jim Bockers. We got all the work we need this minute, so I kind of figger to git some for Jim. The more he gits the more money he loses. I don’t calc’late runnin’ us out of town ’s goin’ to be very profitable for some folks.” We walked up the street to take a look at the cellar of Mr. Witherspoon’s house, and just in front of the bank we saw Mr. Arthur Peabody Kinderhook talking to Captain Winton. I heard Captain Winton say: “Don’t you think it would be advisable, Mr. Kinderhook, to interest a certain amount of local capital in your enterprises? I’m sure a number of our citizens would be willing to invest.” “No.... No....” says Mr. Kinderhook. “I’m in business to make money for myself. The profits from this manufacturing operation will be handsome. I have the money to swing it without outside help. Why should I let in anybody else?” “There really doesn’t seem to be any reason,” said Captain Winton, disappointed-like. “But I wish you would think it over.” Somehow it had got out that what Mr. Kinderhook was going to manufacture was a patent churn that got more butter out of cream than any other, and did it so easy that it wasn’t any work at all. It was a patent dingus that Mr. Kinderhook had the secret of, and folks was talking it about that he would make millions of dollars out of it. About a dozen times that week I heard one man or another sayin’ that he wished Kinderhook would let _him_ stick in a little of his savings. The rumor was around town that day that Kinderhook had bought a big piece of land along the railroad and was going to start in pretty soon to build a factory. Folks said there would be maybe three or four hundred people hired to work there, and everybody was getting excited. I heard one man say it would double the population of our town and make everybody’s property worth double what it had been, and that if every one there didn’t get rich out of it, why, it would be their own fault. Catty told me that all sounded good to him. If lots of folks moved there, then there would be houses to build and paint and paper, and so Atkins & Phillips would make a lot more money. He was always thinking about Atkins & Phillips and making money and getting so respectable folks would be afraid to set down to the table with him. It seemed like he didn’t have anything else in his mind. Why, he even got to worrying about the way he talked and his father talked, and said it wasn’t the way respectable folks used words. He said they didn’t speak correct. “Neither do I,” says I. “But you’re goin’ to school to learn,” says he. “They teach you how to talk in school, don’t they?” “Yes,” says I. “Why?” says he. “Because,” says I, “they have to have school from half past eight in the morning till half past three in the afternoon, and if they didn’t think up a lot of different things to teach, why, they wouldn’t know what to do with all their time.”