A man feels like a man when he gets such a thing under him.

Talk about your kings and emperors and millionaires, and all that sort of nonsense! Which of 'em's got a leg like that?
Which of 'em kin unscrew his knee-pan and look at the gum thingamajigs in his calf?
Which of 'em kin leave his leg down stairs in the entry on the hat-rack and go to bed with only one cold foot?
Why, it's enough to make one of them monarchs sick to think of such a convenience.

But they can't help it.
There's only one man kin buy that leg, and that's you.

I want you to have it so bad that I'll deed it to you for fifty dollars down.

Awful, isn't it?
Just throwing it away; but take it, take it, if it does make my heart bleed to see it go out of the family." "Really, I have no use for such a thing," said Mr.Brown.
"You can't think," urged the stranger, "what a benediction a leg like that is in a family.