So I figger we can get several wagon-loads of "Wage of Sin" at fifty cents per volume.' "'That's a cheap price,' I says, 'That's two hundred verses for one cent, an' the cover free.' "Sammy was one of the confidential kind that gets close up to your ear and whispers, even if he is only tellin' you that it looks like rain, so he looks all around and whispers to me: "'We'll make our initiative beginnin' first off at Gallops Junction,' he says, 'where we ain't known, an' where pa ain't known, an' where the book ain't known.

I've a premonition,' he says, 'that 'twould be better so.

If we was to start in here we would get discouraged, for the folks ain't used to buyin' "Wage of Sin." They've been given it so bountiful an' free that pa can't give away another copy to the poorest man in town.

They've got so that they run when they see pa comin'.' "'You've got sense in that red head of your'n,' I says.
"'For me,' he says, 'it will be merely a voluptuous excursion.

It will be pie to sell that book, because I am the son of its author.