A nice, smilin' lookin' man met us and, when we told him what we wanted, he asked us to set down.

Then, afore we knowed it almost, we'd told him the whole story--about the five hundred and all.
The feller said to hold on a spell and he'd go along with us and show us where the savin's bank was himself.
"'So we waited and all the time the figgers kept goin' up on the board, under signs of "Pork" and "Wheat" and "Cotton" and such, and we'd hear how so and so's account was makin' a thousand a day, and the like of that.

After a while the nice man, who it turned out was one of the bosses of the concern, told us what it meant.

Seemed there was a big "rise" in the market and them that bought now was bound to get rich quick.

Consequent we said we wished we could buy and get rich, too.