CALLS ON BOTTOMLY.
“Good morning, John,” said he, “how are you?”
“Pretty well Dan, how are you?”
“Hard up.”
“Hard up,” eh!—“No cornering, I hope”—“No,”—“dull times, no movements, things are paralysed, very much.”
Mr. Friendly wished, and was therefore pleased, to find his neighbor alone. So he sat down without ceremony. And after a variety of common place remarks, he at length arrived at the point where he should unburthen himself of his subject. His object was to enlist Mr. Bottomly in his proposed speculation, and thereby secure his means, his influence, and his interest in its favor.
“John,” said he, “the Morrison stock is very low, what do you think of it?”
“That it sells for more than it is worth.”
“That may be, but a thing is worth what it will bring.”
“The seller always thinks so, but the buyer sometimes finds that he has paid too dear for the whistle.”