Church, state of Wobbish?"
"I am," said Verily Cooper.
"Then in that capacity papers to be served on Mr. Smith can be served on you."
"But," said Verily, touching the man on the shoulder to suggest that he should not rush out of the store as he seemed to be in quite a hurry to do. "But, we are not in the state of Hio, where I am licensed to practice law, or the state of Wobbish, where I am licensed to practice law. In those states, I am indeed Mr. Smith's attorney. But in the state of Noisy River, I am an ordinary citizen, engaged in private business with Mr. Abraham Lincoln, and nobody's attorney at all. That's the law, sir, and these papers have not been legally served."
He handed them back to the clerk.
The clerk glared at him. "I think that's pure horse piss, sir."
"Are you a lawyer?" asked Verily Cooper.
"Apparently you aren't either, in this state," said the clerk.
"If you're not a lawyer, sir, then you should not be offering a legal opinion."
"When did I do that?"
"When you said that what I said was pure horse piss. It would take a lawyer to offer an opinion on the degree of purity of any particular sample of horse piss. Or are we to assume you are practicing law without having been accepted at the bar in the state of Noisy River?"
"Did you come here just to make my life a living hell?" asked the clerk.
"It's you or me," said Verily. "But let me tell you something that it was my pleasure once to say to the Lord Protector and all his legal officers in England."
"What's that?"
"Good-bye."
Verily clapped his hat on his head and strode out the door into the street.
The clerk stomped out immediately after him, and kept on stomping, which raised something of a dust cloud behind him, the day being quite dry and hot.
Then Abe Lincoln sauntered out, followed by his faithful companion, Coz. "What do you think, Coz? I think we got to agree that was sharp lawyering. But then again, any time a lawyer says he ain't a lawyer, isn't that some kind of improvement to the general condition of humanity?"
Coz grinned and then spat into the dirt, which made a little ball of mud that actually rolled a few inches before it settled down and disappeared. "But we like Mr. Cooper," said Coz. "He's a good lawyer."
"He's a good man," said Abe. "And he's a good lawyer. But is it possible for him to be both at the same time?"
"You keep this up," said Verily, "and I won't teach you any more about lawyering."
"I think Abe is already a fine lawyer," said Coz.
"What do you mean?" said Verily.
"Well, look at you," said Coz. "You're just walking around, right? And nobody's paying you, right?"
"Right," said Verily.
"That's what Abe does most of the time."
"You know I'm a hardworking man, Coz," said Abe. "I split half the fence rails in Springfield, working odd jobs to pay off my store debt. And dug ditches and hauled manure and any other work that I could get."
"Aw, come on, Abe," said Coz. "Can't you let another man have his joke?"
"Just wouldn't want Mr. Cooper to think I was a lazy man."
Since Verily had spent the last few days trying to keep up with the long-legged, fast-walking Mr. Lincoln, he really hadn't got the impression of laziness from him.
Today, though, they were not walking. At Lincoln's request, Verily had hired two horses for him and Coz to ride, though in truth Verily could not think why Coz's company was worth the rent of a second horse. But Lincoln wanted it, and so Verily paid for it out of a dwindling wallet. They checked the saddles and harnesses, and then Verily checked Coz's and Lincoln's again, because from the look of it, they had no idea what to look for when checking a horse's saddle and harness. "You two don't ride much, do you," said Verily.
"We're poor men," said Abe.
"I'm poorer," said Coz.
"Because you spend every dime you make on riotous living."
"A man in love is inclined to buy gifts for his lady."
"And drinks."
"She was thirsty."
"And then she was unconscious," said Abe. "And then you paid for a room in the tavern for her to sleep it off, hoping no doubt that her gratitude in the morning would be greater than her headache, only in the morning..."
"My love life ain't none of Mr. Cooper's business."
"Your love life is imaginary, except for the amount of