"You com' to see me?" he asked, in a bland, so-glad-you've-called tone.
"To see you! Why, I've come to save your life!"
"So? Dot's goot, but Lizzie undt me, ve ain't got so much time today.
It's vegetables I sell in Rattlesnake undt ve go to plow, now."
"Well, you old fool, after this you can call in vain if anything happens
to you. I'll never bother with you."
"Oh, vell, ven I got a little excitement I got to yell about it, ain't
it?"
"Maybe you have - and after this you can, for all of me," and the
wrathful sheriff departed. He was new in the community or he would have
known that the plowing of Charlie Price and Lizzie was a regular event
of each season, for which an audience gathered to lay bets for and
against the probability of his dying of apoplexy before it was finished.
The plowing progressed in this manner:
Charlie put the point of the plow in the soft earth and roared at the
motor-power. Lizzie started off at a nimble lope. The plow cut a pretty
curve and flew out of the ground.
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