"'Yes,' I says, 'an' then agin, if I'd said that he wa'n't wuth that money to me, not bein' jest what I wanted—an' so he ain't—but that I'd give one-forty, cash, what do you s'pose you'd 'a' said?'
"'Wa'al,' he says, givin' a hitch, 'of course I don't know jest what I would have said, but I guess,' he says, ''t I'd 'a' said if you'll make it one-fifty you c'n have the hoss.'
"'Wa'al, now,' I says, 's'posin' I was to send Dick Larrabee up here in the mornin' with the money, what do you s'pose you'd do?'
"'I s'pose I'd let him go,' says 'Lizer.
"'All right,' I says, an' off I put. That conscience o' 'Lizer's," remarked Mr. Harum in conclusion, "is wuth its weight in gold, jest about."
"David Harum," declared Aunt Polly, "you'd ort to be 'shamed o' yourself."
"Wa'al," said David with an air of meekness, "if I've done anythin' I'm sorry for, I'm willin' to be forgi'n. Now, s'posin'——"
"I've heard enough 'bout s'posin' fer one day," said Mrs. Bixbee decisively, "unless it's s'posin' you finish your dinner so's't Sairy c'n git through her work sometime."