Now, when you take a book like that and bind it in a neat cloth cover, making it an ornament to any center table in the country, and sell it for the small price of five dollars, it is not selling it; it is giving it away.

Five dollars, neatly bound in cloth, one dollar down, and one dollar a month until paid." Miss Sally looked hopelessly toward the sample copy, which the minister was still exhibiting to the picnickers with real pleasure.

She was enthralled, but she was puzzled.

Never had she bought a book that she had not first looked through.

Invariably the agent had begun his dissertation on the book's merits by an explanation of the illuminated frontispiece--if it had one--and ended by turning the last page to show the sheet where she must sign her name, underneath those of "the other leading citizens of this town." There was something wrong, but she was not quite sure what it was.