I don't need him,' I says, 'an' didn't want to take him, but it was that or nothin' at the time an' glad to git it, an' I'll sell him a barg'in.

Now what I want to say to you, deakin, is this: That hoss 'd suit the dominie to a tee in my opinion, but the dominie won't come to me.

Now if _you_ was to say to him--bein' in his church an' all thet,' I says, 'that you c'd get him the right kind of a hoss, he'd believe you, an' you an' me 'd be doin' a little stroke of bus'nis, an' a favor to the dominie into the bargain.

The dominie's well off,' I says, 'an' c'n afford to drive a good hoss.'" "What did the deakin say ?" asked Aunt Polly as David stopped for breath.
"I didn't expect him to jump down my throat," he answered; "but I seen him prick up his ears, an' all the time I was talkin' I noticed him lookin' my hoss over, head an' foot.

'Now I 'member,' he says, 'hearin' sunthin' 'bout Mr.White's lookin' fer a hoss, though when you fust spoke on't it had slipped my mind.