"Indeedy yes, Ah does!"
"Didn't Mr. Beman ever make a comer?"
Burtin appeared to comprehend. "Mistah Beman he done made many cohnehs."
"He made the Markyn-Beman comer," Peewee observed.
"Dats too long ago for you-all to know about it—yeh, dat's long ago."
"Then tell me about it."
Burtin seemed to consider this request and to decide that it was not anything he need refrain from telling.
"Mistah Beman an' Mistah Mahkyn, dey wuz pahtnahs—dis yer Mistah Mahkyn's gran' fathah," he asserted. "One tahme befoh dey wuz reg'lah pahtnahs, dey onct boff of 'em wuz buyin' oats. Mistah Mahkyn he comes to Mistah Beman an' he says: "Oats am goin' up; de longah we hol' ouah oats, de highah up dey'll go. We-all 'll hold ouahs an' when dey gits so-high, we-all 'll sell ouahs, but not befoh dey gits so-high." "Aw right," says Mistah Beman. But Mistah Mahkyn, he ups an' sells his oats befoh dey gits so-high, and never said nothin' to Mr. Beman 'bout
