If I do not let you have dem you vill break your hearts.

An' I have here one instrument dot make all kinds o' music." "First supper--then open your Trojan horse," said Kelso.
"First I must show my goods," Eli insisted, "ant I'll bet you take dem all--everyt'ing vat I have in dot pack an' you pay my price an' you t'ank me say 'Eli, vat you have to drink ?'" "I'll bet you four bits I don't," said Kelso.
"You are my frient; I vould not take your money like dot so easy.

No! It vould not be right.

These are Scotch goods, gentlemen--so rare an' beautiful--not'ing like dem in de world." He began to undo his pack while the little company stood around him.
"Gentlemen, you can see but you can not buy.

Only my frient can have dem goods," he went on glibly as he removed the cover of the pack.
Suddenly there was a lively stir in it.