, of course, together; and Mrs. Kimberly and Old Man Wright;
and then Katherine and me and Old Man Kimberly. William helped Old Lady
Kimberly and Bonnie Bell set down, like they had rheumatism, and I done
what I could for Katherine, her and me being pretty good pals. Old Man
Kimberly found his cocktail without no help. Right soon he set down to
have a pleasant time, him.

We had a good dining-room--large, with white trimmings--and some
carpets that cost as much as two thousand dollars each, and chairs that
matched the table, and plenty of pictures.

I been around now a lot among our best people and I notice that unless
you've got some pictures of sheep in your house you're no good. Any
artist just natural has to paint sheep; yet that's the meanest anermal
there is, and I don't see why a cowman especial should have sheep in his
house. But we done so because it was correct--though I've never et sheep
meat. Also, a couple of gondolas, by some Italian, near the sheep.

Besides them, if you've got a good house you've got to have one picture
about twilight on a lake, with a broken tree on it and some weeds, and a
crane standing there like it didn't have no friends. We had one of them
crane pictures too.

When Old Lady Kimberly seen we had sheep and gondolas and weeds and
cranes in our house, same as anybody else, she seemed to feel more
comfortable. I told Katherine some of those things I'd found out about
art and she come near choking in her soup, and said I was awful funny,
though I was serious.

"Everything you've got," says she, "is perfectly lovely."

"She done it," says I, which was true. The old man and me, if we was
left alone, would never of had even a picture of sheep in the whole
house.

Like enough you've been at dinners in cities where they don't have
everything on the table in big dishes, like at a ranch, but a little at
a time; so you've got to guess frequent whether you're going to get
enough to eat out of things that's coming on later. We was pretty well
trained, Old Man Wright and me, since we come to our new house, for
Bonnie Bell and William and all the rest run a regular city system on
us.

Bonnie Bell was easy as Mrs. Kimberly would of been at her house. She
didn't have to say a word to William; he shore was some butler--I reckon
he buttled as good as anyone in the Row. I reckon he was born a orphan,
he looked so sad.

We had some soup made out of turtle, which is better'n you'd think, to
loo