David looked at him for a moment with a doubtful grin.
"She _was_ a slick one, wa'n't she ?" he said.

"What a hoss trader she would 'a' made.

I didn't ketch on at the time, but I rec'lected afterward.

Wa'al," he resumed, after this brief digression, "'how much is it ?' I says.
"'Fifteen dollars,' she says.
"'What ?' I says.

'Scat my -- --! I c'd buy head rigging enough to last me ten years fer that.' "'We couldn't sell it for less,' she says.
"'S'posin' the lady 't I'm buyin' it fer don't jest like it,' I says, 'can you alter it or swap somethin' else for it ?' "'Cert'nly, within a reasonable time,' she says.
"'Wa'al, all right,' I says, 'do her up.' An' so she wrapped the thing 'round with soft paper an' put it in a box, an' I paid for't an' moseyed along up home, feelin' that ev'ry man, woman, an' child had their eyes on my parcel, but thinkin' how tickled my wife would be.".