"Shall I call next week?"
"It is scarcely worth while: we do not wish any."
"I will stop to-morrow: your little boys want lead to make some bullets."
"They would only burn their sweet little fingers in melting it: they must not have any."
"Then you will not buy my lead?"
"Positively not."
"I noticed that the lead upon your roof wanted repairing: the rain will beat in, and you'll all be taken ill, unless you buy my lead. 'Tis only one cent a pound."
"If you gave it to me as a present, I wouldn't take your lead."
"Amy, you're caught! You said both I and lead."
Notwithstanding all their care, the persevering lead-merchant entrapped every one in some moment of weakness; and the company agreed that he would make his fortune as a Yankee pedlar, or as an agent for some book that nobody wanted,—many would buy to get rid of him, on the same principle that the lady married her tiresome lover.