"All I had to do was to tend the drygoods, candy, and drug counters, look after the post-office window, keep the books, and manage the telephone exchange. Euphemia had the softest snap, though. She did the housework, planted the garden, raised chickens, fed the hogs, and scrubbed the floors. Have I got the catalogue right, Phemey?" Euphemia blinks twice, kind of reminiscent; but nothin' in the shape of words gets through the gum. "She has such an emotional nature!" says Maizie. "Uncle Hen was like that too. But let's not linger over him. He's gone. The last thing he did was to let go of a dollar fifty in cash that I held him up for so Phemey and I could go into Duluth and see a show. The end came early next day, and whether it was from shock or enlargement of the heart, no one will ever know. "It was an awful blow to us all. We went around in a daze for nearly a week, hardly daring to believe that it could be so. Jens broke the spell for us. One morning I caught him helping himself to a cigar out of the two-fer box. 'Why not?' says he. Next Phemey walks in, swipes a package of wintergreen gum, and feeds it all in at once. She says, 'Why not?' too. Then I woke up. 'You're right,' says I. 'Enjoy yourself. It's time.' Next I hints to her that there are bigger and brighter spots on this earth than Dobie, and asks her what she says to selling the Emporium and hunting them up. 'I don't care,' says she, and that was a good deal of a speech for her to make. 'Do you leave it to me?' says I. 'Uh-huh,' says she. 'We-e-e-ough!' says I," and with that Maizie lets out one of them backwoods college cries that brings Tidson up on his toes. "I take it," says I, "that you did." "Did I?" says she. "Inside of three days I'd hustled up four different parties that wanted to invest in a going concern, and before the week was over I'd buncoed one of 'em out of nine thousand in cash. Most of it's in a certified check, sewed inside of Phemey, and that's why we walked all the way up here in the rain. Do you suppose you could take me to some bank to-morrow where I could leave that and get a handful of green bills on account? Is that asking too much?" "Considering the way you've brushed up my memory of Sport Blickens," says I, "it's real modest. Couldn't you think of something else?" "If that had come from Mrs. McCabe," says she, eyin' Sadie kind of longin', "I reckon I could." "Why," says Sadie, "I should be delighted." "You wouldn't go so far as to lead two such freaks as us around to the stores and help us pick out some New York clothes, would you?" says she. "My dear girl!" says Sadie, grabbin' both her hands. "We'll do it to-morrow." "Honest?" says Maizie, beamin' on her. "Well, that's what I call right down decent. Phemey, do you hear that? Oh, swallow it, Phemey, swallow it! This is where we bloom out!" And say, you should have heard them talkin' over the kind of trousseaus that would best help a girl to forget she ever came from Dobie.