“Well, you take me,” said Tuttle. “John Rockafeller could drive right up here now, if he wanted to. S’pose he did; s’pose he was to drive right up to that curbstone there and s’pose he was to lean out and say, ‘Howdy do, Mr. Tuttle. Git right in and set down, and let’s take a drive. Now, how much money would you like me to hand you, Mr. Tuttle?’” “Hoo-_oo_!” cried Bojus in high pleasure, for the sketch seemed beautiful to him; so he amplified it. “‘How much money you be so kine as to invite me to p’litely han’ ovuh to you?’ _Hoo!_ Jom B. Rockfelluh take an’ ast _me_, I tell ’im, ‘Well, jes han’ me out six, sevvum, eight, nine hunnud dolluhs; that’ll do fer _this_ week, but you come ’roun’ _nex’_ Sunday an’ ast me same. Don’t let me ketch you not comin’ roun’ every Sunday, now!’ _Hoo!_ I go Mist’ Rockfelluh’s house to dinnuh; he say, ‘What dish I serve you p’litely, Mist’ Bojus?’ I say, ‘Please pass me that big gol’ dish o’ money an’ a scoop, so’s I kin fill my soup-plate!’ Hoo-_oo_!” He laughed joyously; and then, with some abruptness descended from these roseate heights and looked upon the actual earth. “I reckon Jom B. Rockfelluh ain’ stedyin’ about how much money you and me like to use, Mist’ Tuttle,” he concluded. “He ain’ comin’ roun’ _this_ Sunday, nohow!” “No, and I didn’t say he was,” Mr. Tuttle protested. “I says he _could_, and you certainly know enough to know he _could_, don’t you, Bojus?” “Well,” said Bojus, “whyn’t he go on ahead an’ do it, then? If he kin do it as well as not, what make him all time decide fer _not_? Res’ of us willin’!” “That’s jest the trouble,” Tuttle complained, with an air of reproof. “You’re willin’ but you don’t use your brains.” “Brains?” said Bojus, and laughed. “Brains ain’ goin’ make Bojus no money. What I need is a good lawn-mo’. If I could take an’ buy me a nice good lawn-mo’, I could make all the money I’m a-goin’ a need the live-long summuh.” “Lawn-mower?” his friend inquired. “You ain’t got no house and lot, have you? What you want of a lawn-mower?” “I awready got a rake,” Bojus explained. “If I had a lawn-mo’ I could make th’ee, fo’, fi’ dolluhs a day. See that spring sun settin’ up there a-gittin’ ready to shine so hot? She’s goin’ to bring up the grass knee-high, honey, ’less somebody take a lawn-mo’ an’ cut it down. I kin take a lawn-mo’ an’ walk ’long all vese resident’al streets; git a dozen jobs a day if I kin do ’em. I truly would like to git me a nice good lawn-mo’, but I ain’ got no money. I got a diamon’ ring, though. I give a diamon’ ring fer a good lawn-mo’.” “Diamon’ ring?” Mr. Tuttle inquired with some interest. “Le’ss see it.”