'Two hunderd, cash down.'" "Didn't ye dast to trust the deakin ?" asked Mrs.Bixbee.
"Polly," said David, "the's a number of holes in a ten-foot ladder." Mrs.Bixbee seemed to understand this rather ambiguous rejoinder.
"He must 'a' squirmed some," she remarked.

David laughed.
"The deakin ain't much used to payin' the other feller's price," he said, "an' it was like pullin' teeth; but he wanted that hoss more'n a cow wants a calf, an' after a little more squimmidgin' he hauled out his wallet an' forked over.

Mike come out with the roan, an' off the deakin went, leadin' the bay hoss." "I don't see," said Mrs.Bixbee, looking up at her brother, "thet after all the' was anythin' you said to the deakin thet he could ketch holt on." "The' wa'n't nothin'," he replied.

"The only thing he c'n complain about's what I _didn't_ say to him." "Hain't he said anythin' to ye ?" Mrs.Bixbee inquired.
"He, he, he, he! He hain't but once, an' the' wa'n't but little of it then." "How ?" "Wa'al, the day but one after the deakin sold himself Mr.
Stickin'-Plaster I had an arrant three four mile or so up past his place, an' when I was comin' back, along 'bout four or half past, it come on to rain like all possessed.

I had my old umbrel'-- though it didn't hender me f'm gettin' more or less wet--an' I sent the old mare along fer all she knew.