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"What's the matter with the bull, Jackson? Isn't he all right?"
"Sure he's all right, and as fine as silk; but why did you give him to
me? Why didn't you keep him for yourself?"
"Well, Bill, I thought you would like him, and we were neighbors, and--"
"You thought I would save you the trouble of keeping him, didn't you?"
"Well, perhaps that did have some influence. You see, this is a factory
farm from fence to fence, except this forty which Polly bosses, and the
utilitarian idea is on top. Keeping the bull didn't exactly run with my
notion of economy, especially when I could conveniently have him kept so
near, and at the same time be generous to a neighbor."
"That's it, and it's taken me two years to find it out. You're trying to
follow that idea all along the line. You're dead right, and I'm going to
tag on, if you don't mind. I was glad enough for your present at the
time, and I'm glad yet; but I've learned my lesson, and you may bet your
dear life that no man will ever again give me a bull."
"That's right, Jackson.
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