I went up the road a ways an' killed a little time, an' when I come back there was the deakin, as I expected.

He was leanin' over the fence, an' as I jogged up he hailed me, an' I pulled up.
"'Mornin', Mr.Harum,' he says.
"'Mornin', deakin,' I says.

'How are ye?
an' how's Mis' Perkins these days ?' "'I'm fair,' he says; 'fair to middlin', but Mis' Perkins is ailin' some--as _usyul_' he says." "They do say," put in Mrs.Bixbee, "thet Mis' Perkins don't hev much of a time herself." "Guess she hez all the time the' is," answered David.

"Wa'al," he went on, "we passed the time o' day, an' talked a spell about the weather an' all that, an' finely I straightened up the lines as if I was goin' on, an' then I says: 'Oh, by the way,' I says, 'I jest thought on't.

I heard Dominie White was lookin' fer a hoss that 'd suit him.' 'I hain't heard,' he says; but I see in a minute he had--an' it really was a fact--an' I says: 'I've got a roan colt risin' five, that I took on a debt a spell ago, that I'll sell reasonable, that's as likely an' nice ev'ry way a young hoss as ever I owned.