TheagentthoughtthatUncleEthanwasaftermorepay，butinrealityhewasthinkingofwhathislittleoldwifewouldsay。
“Itsimplyputsafamilybitterinyourhomethatmaysaveyoufiftydollarsthiscomin’fall。Youcan’ttell。“
JustwhatthemansaidafterthatUncleEthandidn’tfollow。Hisvoicehadaconfidentialpurringsoundashestretchedacrossthewagonseatandtalkedon，eyeshalfshut。Hestraightenedupatlastandconcludedinthetoneofonewhohascarriedhispoint：
“So!Ifyoudidn’twanttousethewholetwentyfivebottlesy’rself，why!sellittoyourneighbors。Youcangettwentydollarsoutofiteasy，andstillhavefivebottlesofthebestfamilybitterthateverwentintoabottle。“
ItwasthethoughtofthisopportunitytogetabuffaloskincoatthatconsoledUncleEthanashesawthehideousblacklettersappearingundertheagent’slazybrush。