I hope you like the place an' make lot of acquaintances, but if I was you I'd try not to talk book any more than you have to.
I don't think it'll help to make you popular, as I may say.

That Sir Walter man sort of gave everybody an overdose of book, an' folks feel kind of mad at book agents ever since.

Like father Emmons, when he had one of his sick spells, an' nothin' would do but he was goin' to die, so he got up before sun-up an' drove to town to see Doc Weaver.

He let Doc know he felt he was dyin' an' told him the symptoms, an' all Doc says was, 'All you want is salts.

You stop at the drug store an' get a pound of salts, an' I'll warrant you'll be as well as ever.' So when his daughter--she's Mary Ann Klepper--went into the house after carryin' lunch to the men in the field, there was her poor old father settin' at the table with the big yeller bake-bowl in front of him, an' him eatin' away at what was in it with a big spoon.