“There, Sir, there is my story: it is a true one, I assure you, for I was present at the time. What do you think of it?”
“Well,” sais I, “if he had never heard a rumour, nor had any reason to suppose that the money had been hid there, why it was a singular thing, and looks very much like a—”
“Like a what?” said she.
“Like a supply that one couldn’t count upon a second time, that’s all.”
“It’s a dream that was fulfilled though,” she said; “and that don’t often happen, does it?”1
1 The names of the persons and river are alone changed in this extraordinary story. The actors are still living, and are persons of undoubted veracity and respectability.
“Unless,” sais I, “a young lady was to dream now that she was a going to be married to a certain person, and that does often come true. Do you—”
“Oh, nonsense,” said she. “Come, do tell us your story now, you know you promised me you would if I related mine.”
“Yes,” said Miss Jessie; “come now, Mr Slick, that’s a good man, do?”
Sais I, “Miss, I will give you my book instead, and that will tell you a hundred of them.”