Favors


At the village store, the young farmer complained bitterly.



"Old Si Durfee wants me to be one of the pall-bearers once more at his

wife's funeral. An' it's like this. Si had me fer pall-bearer when his

first wife was buried. An' then agin fer his second. An' when Eliza

died, she as was his third, he up an' axed me agin. An' now, I snum,

it's the fourth time. An' ye know, a feller can't be the hull time

a-takin' favors, an' not payin' 'em back."



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