Doctor Jackson was setting on his front veranda with his chair tilted back, and his feet, with red carpet slippers on 'em, was on the railing, and he was smoking one of these long black cigars that comes each one in a little glass tube all by itself.

He looks Sam over very thoughtful, and he says: "Yes, it will do the work well enough.

I can see that.

But will it sell ?" Doctor Kirby makes him quite a speech.

I never hearn him make a better one.