"BARTLETT & ARNOLD."
It looked real nice. And Captain Tilley said he'd lend us his camping-out tent if we'd be careful of it, and we said we would.
So that's all until we came to go. We went the night before with the express wagon and Duke, because our old Duke he's pretty slow, and we wanted to be there before the procession did in the morning.
Well, we got to New Holland, and we were going to set up our tent 'long-side of the Capitol—that's their meeting-house and school-house and town-house all in a bunch. And I and Guy we were going to set up and get ready to sell things, when along comes a man, and says he, big as life,
"Got a license?"
"No, sir," said we.
"Then you can't sell here," said he.
"Why not?" said I.
"My father's name is Mr. Arnold," said Guy, redding up, "and he keeps a store."
"I don't care ef he keeps a dozen stores," said the man.