Must have been a great heap of things leftover." The compliment was not ungrateful, and the Colonel acknowledged it by smiling and saying, "I should think the' was a trifle?
Come and look." When Silas Peckham saw how many delicacies had survived the evening's conflict, his commercial spirit rose at once to the point of a proposal.
"Colonel Sprowle," said he, "there's 'meat and cakes and pies and pickles enough on that table to spread a hahnsome colation.

If you'd like to trade reasonable, I think perhaps I should be willin' to take 'em off your hands.

There's been a talk about our havin' a celebration in the Parnassian Grove, and I think I could work in what your folks don't want and make myself whole by chargin' a small sum for tickets.
Broken meats, of course, a'n't of the same valoo as fresh provisions; so I think you might be willin' to trade reasonable." Mr.Peckham paused and rested on his proposal.

It would not, perhaps, have been very extraordinary, if Colonel Sprowle had entertained the proposition.

There is no telling beforehand how such things will strike people.