It is a book that makes the toil of the day easy, by giving one thousand and one hints and helps, and that sweetens rest after toil, by quotations from all the world's great authors.

In this one book----" Pap Briggs had put his hands on the arm of his chair, preparing to run away, but the landlord leaned forward and looked in Eliph' Hewlitt's face.
"Say," he said, "is your name Mills ?" "Hewlitt," said the book agent, "Eliph' Hewlitt." He turned to the landlord and looked him fairly in the face, and as he looked the air of suspicion that had suddenly shone in his eyes vanished.
"Jim Wilkins!" he exclaimed.

"Isn't it Jim Wilkins ?" "Ain't it!" cried the landlord.

"Well, I should say it is! And to think, you little, sawed-off propagator of human knowledge didn't recognize your old side pardner in the field of sellin' improvin' and intellectooal works of genius! Don't say you don't remember the 'Wage of Sin,' Sammy! Don't say you don't remember Kitty!" "Kitty ?" asked Eliph' doubtfully.
"Well, if the little red-head ain't forgot Kitty!" exclaimed Wilkins.
"Why, I MARRIED Kitty, Sammy.

For an actual, truthful fact I did.