"It's kinder takin' him at his own figger." "And THAT mightn't pay! But ye don't think o' bringin' him HERE in this house?
'Cept you're thinkin' o' tellin' him that yarn o' yours about the hoss trade to beguile the winter evenings.

I told ye ye'd hev to pay yet to get folks to listen to it." "Wrong agin--ez you'll see! Wot ef I get a hundred thousand folks to pay me for tellin' it?
But, speakin' o' this young feller, I calkilated to send him to the Turkey Buzzard Hotel;" and he looked at his sister with a shrewd yet humorous smile.
"What!" said his sister in alarm.

"The Turkey Buzzard! Why, he'll be starved or pizoned! He won't stay there a week." "Ef he's pizoned to death he won't be able to demand any wages; ef he leaves because he can't stand it--it's proof positive he couldn't stand me.

Ef he's only starved and made weak and miserable he'll be easy to make terms with.

It may seem hard what I'm sayin', but what seems hard on the other feller always comes mighty easy to you.