'Wa'al,' I says, 'I ain't offerin' him fer sale.

You'll go a good ways,' I says, ''fore you'll strike such another; but, of course, he ain't the only hoss in the world, an' I never had anythin' in the hoss line I wouldn't sell at _some_ price.' 'Wa'al,' he says, 'what d' ye ask fer him ?' 'Wa'al,' I says, 'if my own brother was to ask me that question I'd say to him two hunderd dollars, cash down, an' I wouldn't hold the offer open an hour,' I says." "My!" ejaculated Aunt Polly.

"Did he take you up ?" "'That's more'n I give fer a hoss 'n a good while,' he says, shakin' his head, 'an' more'n I c'n afford, I'm 'fraid.' 'All right,' I says; 'I c'n afford to keep him'; but I knew I had the deakin same as the woodchuck had Skip.

'Hitch up the roan,' I says to Mike; 'the deakin wants to be took up to his house.' 'Is that your last word ?' he says.

'That's what it is,' I says.