Yep, Sunday.

I declare! Nine years ago! And we swapped moose-steaks fer flour an' bakin' soda, an'-- an'-- an' sugar! By the Jimcracky! I'm glad to see you!" He shoved out his hand and they shook again.
"Come an' see me," he invited, as he moved away.

"I've a right tidy little shack up on the hill, and another on Eldorado.

Latch-string's always out.

Come an' see me, an' stay ez long ez you've a mind to.
Sorry to quit you cold, but I got to traipse down to the Opery House and collect my taxes,--sugar.