"But--speakin' o' that hoss trade"-- "For goodness' sake, don't!" interrupted his sister wearily; "yer allus doin' it.

Jest tell me about that young man--the new clerk ye think o' gettin'." "Well, I telegraphed him to come over, arter I got this letter from him," he returned, handing her a letter.

"Read it out loud." But his sister, having an experienced horror of prolixity, glanced over it.

"Far as I kin see he takes mor'n two hundred words to say you've got to take him on trust, and sez it suthin' in a style betwixt a business circular and them Polite Letter Writers.

I thought you allowed he was a tony feller." "Ef he does not brag much, ye see, I kin offer him small wages," said Dan'l, with a wink.