don't know. We've nothing to eat ourselves. I might wet his foot and
tie it up."

Mr. Matthews looked at her smilingly while he recited:

I have a cart that does contain
A pana_seer_ for ev'_ry_ pain.
There's coffee, also there is _chee_,
Sugar and cakes, bread and hone-ee.
I have parch corn and liniment,
Which causes me to feel content.
There is some half a dozen kittles
To serve me when I cook my vittles.
Butter and eggs I do deal in;
To go without would be a sin.
When I sit down to cook my meals,
I know how good a king feels.

"Well, if you had your cart handy it would be worth while," said
Grandma Padgett indulgently. "But talkin' of such things when the
children are hungry only aggravates a body more."

Producing a key from his roundabout pocket, Mr. Matthews lifted his
voice and actually sung:

J. D. Matthews' cart stands at your door.
Lady, will you step out and see my store?
I've cally-co and Irish table linen,
Domestic gingham and the best o' flannen.
I take eggs and butter for these treasures,