Kilo's light on literatoor generally, but when she goes in, she goes in heavy.

There ain't many towns where you'll find every livin' soul ready to swaller down fifteen dollars worth of Sir Walter Scott, two dollars down and one dollar a month until paid; but I calculate them ten volumes will last Kilo quite a spell, and if worst comes to worst she won't buy no more literatoor till she gits paid up on Sir Walter.

I figger from my own sense of feelin's that about the worst time to sell a feller books is when he is still payin' once a month on the old lot.

About the second time the collector drops in to collect on a set of works of literatoor, a man feels like he had been foolish, but he grins cheerful, and pays up, but if another man drops in about then to sell another set of the world's great masterpieces it is pretty near an insult to human intelligence." Eliph' Hewlitt drew his hand across his whiskers and coughed gently.
"They told me in Jefferson," he said softly, "that Kilo was the most intellectual town in central Iowa." "Everybody says the same," said Wilkins with a touch of pride.

"The Sir Walter Scott man said it, and I guess it's so.