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"Paper musshay!" "Well, getting even a paper what you said from old Clute is equal to extracting solid gold from anybody else. He's the stingiest man in sev'n states. He don't care any more for a two dollar bill than he does for his right eye. I bet she gave him ether before he let go." "Oh, she works all the old bachelors and widowers that way," said Mrs.
He left his place beside Dad and, hat in hand, staggered to the middle of the yard. "WOH!" he shouted, and made an awkward attempt to embrace a red cow which was under the hammer. "SEV'N POUN' SEV'N POUN' SEV'N POUN'," shouted the auctioneer, rapidly. "Any advance on sev'n POUN'?" "At sev'n poun' she's GOING?" "You have n't twenty-two PENCE," snorted the auctioneer.
"Come on, Nan. Time, seven-four " "Sandy, don't be ridiculous!" "Why not seven-four?" innocently. "You have five-four. Come along. One, two, three, four, five, six, sev'n; one, two, three, four, five " And the next moment the two were improvising a farcical duet that in its way was a masterpiece of ingenious musicianship.
The other was tapping with his pencil upon the little shelf lying across the rail. "I can get you five hundred." "But I oughter have seven." "Can't arrange for that amount. Wait till later in the season, and come again. Money is very tight now. How much cotton will you raise?" "Well, I count on a hundr'd bales. An' you can't git the sev'n hundr'd dollars?"
He did not like to be interrupted he loved his own company the best while he was 'doin' business'. I went one day when he was singing the two lines and their quaint chorus which was all he ever sang in my hearing; which gave him great relief, I have no doubt, when lip weary with whistling: Sez I 'Dan'l Skinner, I thank yer mighty mean To send me up the river, With a sev'n dollar team' Lul-ly, ul ly, diddie ul ly, diddleul lydee, Oh, lul-ly, ul ly, diddle ul ly, diddle ul ly dee.
"Sev'n mile up the road." "Thank you kindly. Is there any carriage to be had?" The man smiled sardonically. "Kerridges," he said, "don't grow in these parts. I take it you be the party fer the Wegg farm." "You're right," said Mr. Merrick. "I'm glad we are getting acquainted. Folks all well?" "Pretty fair." "Now, sir, we want some breakfast, to begin with, and then some way to get to my farm."
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