"'Oh, very well,' she says, 'I guess I know what you want,' an' goes over to another case an' fetches out another bunnit twice as big as either the others, an' with more notions on't than you c'd shake a stick at—flowers, an' gard'n stuff, an' fruit, an' glass beads, an' feathers, an' all that, till you couldn't see what they was fixed on to. She took holt on't with both hands, the girl did, an' put it onto her head, an' kind o' smiled an' turned 'round slow so 't I c'd git a gen'ral view on't.
"'Style all right?' I says.
"'The very best of its kind,' she says.
"'How 'bout the kind?' I says.
"'The very best of its style,' she says."
John laughed outright. David looked at him for a moment with a doubtful grin.
"She was a slick one, wa'n't she?" he said. "What a hoss trader she would 'a' made. I didn't ketch on at the time, but I rec'lected afterward. Wa'al," he resumed, after this brief digression, "'how much is it?' I says.
"'Fifteen dollars,' she says.
"'What?' I says. 'Scat my ——! I c'd buy head rigging enough to last me ten years fer that.'
"'We couldn't sell it for less,' she says.