1! "It's--it's--a--'count of what I spent out," he stammered.
Uncle John ran his eye over the bill.
"What are Plymouth Rocks ?" he demanded.
"He--hens, sir." "Hens at a dollar apiece ?" "Thoroughbreds, sir.

Extry fine stock.

I raised 'em myself." "H-m.

You've charged them twice." "Eh ?" "Here's an item: 'Twelve Plymouth Rocks, twelve dollars;' and farther down: 'Twelve Plymouth Rocks, eighteen dollars.'" "Oh, yes; o' course.

Ye see, I sold you a dozen first, of the dollar kind.