And Young America made reply:
"Well, I ain't tryin' to warm the weather—I'm a warmin' my hands, see!"
I have good cause to remember that day.
It was a red-letter occasion.
I pride myself as being as smart as the next one, and in a long experience seldom come out at the small end of the horn.
But that day—it was a terrible blow to my pride.
An auction attracted me.
I must confess that I've a sneaking liking for any stray old bargain that may be floating around.