It's a great book an' they's all out'n print 'cept these three, which I hain't no doubt many folks would be glad to give their weight in gold fer, an' some over." "Stand out of the light, McNutt." The agent shifted his position.
"Them books, sir----" "Oh, take 'em away." "What!" "I don't read novels." McNutt scratched his head, perplexed at the rebuff.

His "dee looks" speech had usually resulted in a sale.

An idea flashed across his brain--perhaps evolved by the scratching.
"The young lady, sir--" "Oh, the girls are loaded with books," growled the nabob.
The agent became desperate.
"But the young lady in the hammick, sir, as I jest now left, says to tell ye she wants one o' these books mighty bad, an' hopes you'll buy it for her eddificationing." "Oh; she does, eh ?" "Mighty bad, sir." Uncle John watched Thomas polish a buckle.
"Is it a moral work ?" he asked.
"Nuthin' could be moraler, sir.

All 'bout the lives o'-- " "How much is it ?" "Comes pretty high, sir.

Three dollars.