A feller in Boston charged him that much, he said.

It seems he would go along fur years, raking and scraping of his money together, so as to get enough ahead to get out another book.

Each time he had his hopes the big newspapers would mebby pay some attention to it, and he would get recognized.
"But they never did," said the old man, kind of sad, "it always fell flat." "Why, FATHER!"-- the old lady begins, and finishes by running back into the house agin.

She is out in a minute with a clipping from a newspaper and hands it over to Doctor Kirby, as proud as a kid with copper-toed boots.

The doctor reads it all the way through, and then he hands it back without saying a word.