"Um Maam," the Appraising Fool says in a lower tone of voice, "Perhaps I could elicit an explanation of sorts?"
"Why of course," the kercheifed-lady smiles grandly, "The Family runs that won of us had been a barber, while his brothers and sisters had taken up farming and some weaving of carpets and linens for some extra butter and egg funds," the kercheifed lady goes Close to the turn of the last Century, there had been one of those periodic downturns in the rural economy that happens from time to time. Not that the family had been hurting for the essentials of life, they could grow or make most of those. But they did miss having a little liquid capital around. For nice things, and to pay taxes, and other expenses. Clover County didn’t consider a trade of hens, eggs, or goats as a legal tender back then."