I reckon he'll take his measure as easily as he took Jack Armstrong's.
Lately he has got possession of a noble asset.

It is the _Cotter's Saturday Night_, by Robert Burns.

I propose to ask him to let us share his enjoyment of this treasure." Abe, who had been sitting with his legs doubled beneath him on a buffalo skin, between Joe and Betsey Traylor, rose and said: "Mr.Kelso's remarks, especially the part which applied to me, remind me of the story of the prosperous grocer of Joliet.

One Saturday night he and his boys were busy selling sausage.

Suddenly in came a man with whom he had quarreled and laid two dead cats on the counter.
"'There,' said he, 'this makes seven to-day.