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Adkin!" "Don't get excited about the matter, Mrs. Smith. We are all liable to mistakes. There's an error here, either on your side or mine, if it is my error, I will promptly correct it." "Of course it's your error. I never had either the muslin or the butter," said Mrs. Smith, positively. Mr. Adkin turned to his ledger, where Mrs. Smith's account was posted.

Smith, who, with perked head and a most malicious curling of the lip, said, as plain as manner could say it "You're a nice man for a preacher, a'n't you?" How Mr. Adkin beat about the bushes and wrought in obscurity, darkening counsel by words without knowledge, during the half hour that followed the enunciation of his text, need not here be told.

"How so?" returned Mr. Adkin, in well-affected surprise. "You was to pay the highest market price," said the man. "I offered you forty-eight cents." "And I asked you if that was the highest rate, didn't I?" "I told you that I had bought fifty bushels at that price on Saturday." "Oh, ho! Now I comprehend you," said the man, with a sarcastic curl of his lip.

"But, Mrs. Smith, I have distinct recollection of measuring it off, and the charge is here in my own handwriting." "I never had it, Mr. Adkin!" said the lady much excited. "You certainly had, Mrs. Smith." "I'll never pay for it!" "Don't say that, Mrs. Smith. You certainly wouldn't want my goods without paying for them!" "I never had the muslin, I tell you!" Argument in the case Mr.

Adkin. Her manner had disturbed him, yet he concealed the disturbance under a forced suavity of manner. "Where does the mistake lie?" "Why, see here. You've got me charged with six yards of muslin and five pounds of butter that I never got!" "Are you certain of this, Mrs. Smith?" "Certain! Be sure I'm certain! D'ye think I'd say I hadn't the things, if I had them? I'm not quite so bad as that, Mr.

So the two parted, neither feeling good-will toward the other, and neither being in a very composed state of mind. Each day in that week brought something to disturb the mind of Mr. Adkin; and each day brought him into unpleasant business contact with someone in the town of Mayberry. To avoid, these things was almost impossible, particularly for a man of Mr. Adkin's temperament.

On the day following, a certain lady, a member of the congregation in Mayberry to which he preached, whenever, from sickness or other causes, the regular minister was absent, came into Mr. Adkin's store. Her manner was considerably excited. "There's a mistake in your bill, Mr. Adkin," said she, in rather a sharp tone of voice. "If so, Mrs. Smith, the remedy is a very simple one," replied Mr.

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