"I'm a book agent.

I sell books.

THIS is the book I sell.

Take it away and hide it, so I can forget it and be happy.

Don't let me have it until the picnic is over.
PLEASE don't!" He stretched out his arms in freedom, and the minister smiled and led the way toward the place where a buggy cushion had been laid on the grass as his seat of honor.
"I will retain the book," said the minister, with a smile, "although I don't think you can sell the book here.