Mr.Adams stated his case in a word or two as he stood on the door-step, to which father gave him his answer, the whole conversation not lasting more than two minutes.
He asked Mr.Hoar what he should pay, and father said, "Five dollars." Mr.Adams paid it at once, and father said, "By the way, there is a little trouble with my pump.

It does not draw.

Will you just look at it ?" So Mr.Adams went around the corner of the shed, moved the handle of the pump, and put his hand down and fixed a little spigot which was in the side, which had got loose, and the pump worked perfectly.
Father said, "Thank you, sir." To which Adams replied: "It will be five dollars, Mr.Hoar," and father gave him back the same bill he had just taken.
I am afraid the sympathy of the people who told the story was with the pump-maker and not with the lawyer.
The great kitchen fireplace presented a very cheerful appearance compared with the black range or stove of to-day.

It was from six to eight or ten feet wide, with a great chimney.
In many houses you could stand on the hearth and look up the chimney and see the stars on a winter night.

Across the fireplace hung an iron crane, which swung on a hinge or pivot, from which hung a large number of what were called pothooks and trammels.