The old gentleman glanced up in annoyance and brutally rebuffed the country boy with an angry flourish of the paper he read.
"You're hurt by this treatment," called Baird, "and almost discouraged.
You look back over your shoulder to where sister is doing a good business with her stuff, and you see the old mother back in her kitchen, working her fingers to the bone--we'll have a flash of that, see ?--and you try again.

Take out that bottle in the corner of the basket, uncork it, and try again.

The old man looks up-he's smelled something.

You hold the bottle toward him and you're saying so-and-so, so-and-so, so-and-so, 'Oh, Mister, if you knew how hard my poor old mother works to make this stuff! Won't you please take a little taste of her improved grape juice and see if you don't want to buy a few shillings' worth'-- so-and-so, so-and-so, so-and-so--see what I mean?
That's it, look pleading.

Think how the little home depends on it." The old gentleman, first so rude, consented to taste the improved grape juice.