He said he thought it extremely new to apply varnish with a cloth.
We started immediately after dinner, and commenced operations one mile out of town.
The very first house we stopped at—and an old log one, at that—I sold the lady three bottles for one dollar, one each for herself, her mother and her sister.
When I delivered them out of my coat pocket (we had no valise or sample case), I said to her:
"Madam, I put up this preparation myself, and I have run short of bottles. Can't you empty the polish into something else and let me retain these?"
"Certainly," she answered, and stepping to the pantry, she opened the door, when I noticed several bottles on the shelf.
"Now, I'll tell you what I'll do. I will trade you some more of my preparation for a few of those bottles."
"All right. It's a trade."
I returned to the buggy loaded down with bottles of all sizes, shapes and colors, and a dollar bill, which looked the size of a barn door to both of us.