Yes. But we don’t want to do nothin’ in a way that ain’t legitimate an’ customary. You know he has political ambitions.
I’ve heard so. But he ain’t got no pull.
Yes, he has. An’ you an’ your relations want to stand back o’ me when I put the case up to our Congressman. We’ll git Buttles app’inted a revenue inspector, an’ then let nature take its course.
A writer says in regard to the Prussia of fifty years ago that it had a state lottery, and in every town, large or small, was a collector appointed to sell tickets. One day a servant-girl came to the collector in Hagen and asked if she could buy No. 23.
He did not have it in his possession, but as the girl seemed very much in earnest, and refused to be put off with any other number, he tried to obtain it from some of the other collectors in town, and finally succeeded.
The drawing took place, and Hagen rose to a state of feverish excitement when it was known that this girl had become a winner of a large sum of money. She found herself for a time the chief object of interest in the town.
She was, of course, asked how she came to fix upon No. 23. Thereupon she gave this simple and lucid explanation:
I dreamed one night No. 7, and the second night I dreamed No. 7, and a third night again. So I thought, Three times seven makes twenty-three, and I bought that number.