But I musn't forget to tell you about my friend, old Dr. Raggles.
I always refer to him as "that old war horse." You'd know why, if you cast your eye over that last bill he sent me. As a charger he'd be hard to beat.
The doctor took a day off recently and ran up to a country town to see a family horse that was for sale.
He tried the beast, fancied him, paid a stiff price for the outfit, and rode off happy.
Three hours later he came back mad.
"Look here, sir!" he yelled, "this darned old horse won't do for me. He shies. I can't get him to cross the bridge."
"That's why I sold him," said the dealer. "Didn't I advertise my reasons for selling him?"
"Yes; 'to be sold,' you stated, 'for no other reason than that the owner wanted to get out of town.'"