“Well, I have got one out here, and I will bring it in.”
“What is the price?” says I.
“100 and 90 dollars,” says he.
“There wont be no need of bringin’ it in at that price,” says I, “for I have heerd Josiah say, that he wouldn’t give a cent over a 100 dollars.”
“Well,” says the feller, “I’ll tell you what I’ll do. Your countenance looks so kinder natural to me, and I like the looks of the country round here so well, that if your mind is made up on the price you want to pay, I wont let a trifle of 90 dollars part us. You can have it for 100.”
“Well, the end on’t was, he brung it in and sot it up the other end of the parlor, and drove off. And when Josiah come in from his work, and Thomas J. come home from Jonesville, they liked it first rate.”
But the very next day, a new agent come, and he looked awful skairt when he catched sight of that organ, and real mad and indignant too.
“That villain haint been a tryin’ to get one of them organs off onto you, has he?” says he.
“What is the trouble with ’em?” says I, in a awe-struck tone, for he looked bad.
“Why,” says he, “there is a heavy mortgage on every one of his organs. If you bought one of him, and paid for it, it would be liable to be took away from you any minute when you was right in the middle of a tune, leavin’ you a settin’ on the stool; and you would lose every cent of your money.”