And so Patrick got a friend to come around and sit in the stall and calm our horse by playing on the accordion." "Did it make him calmer ?" "It seemed to at first; but one day Patrick undertook to bleed him for the blind staggers, and he must have cut the horse in the wrong place, for the poor brute fell over on the accordion person and died, nearly killing the musician." "The horse is dead, then?
Where is the bill ?" "I'll read it to you: THE BILL.
Horse-doctor's fees $125 50 Paregoric for cough 80 00 Galvanic battery 10 00 Repairing stable 12 25 Potts' cow, pigs, apple trees and baby 251 00 Damage to door-knobs, etc.

175 00 Louisa's hymn-book 25 Gimlet and injections 15 00 Repairing Patrick's ribs 145 00 Music on accordion 21 00 Damages to player 184 00 Burying six boys 995 00 -- ------- $2,014 00 "That is all, love, is it ?" "Yes." Then Mr.Butterwick folded the bill up and went out into the back yard to think.

Subsequently, he told me that he had concluded to repudiate the unpaid portions of the bill, and then to try to purchase a better horse.

He said he had heard that Mr.Keyser, a farmer over in Lower Merion, had a horse that he wanted to sell, and he asked me to go over there with him to see about it.

I agreed to do so.
When we reached the place, Mr.Keyser asked us into the parlor, and while we were sitting there we heard Mrs.Keyser in the dining-room, adjoining, busy preparing supper.