A bill collector knocked on the door of a country debtor.
“Is Fred home?” he asked the woman who answered the door.
“Sorry,” the woman replied. “Fred’s gone for cotton.”
The next day the collector tried again. “Is Fred here today?”
“No, sir,” she said, “I’m afraid Fred has gone for cotton.”
When he returned the third day he humphed, “I suppose Fred is gone for cotton again,?”