Of course he would a
throwed more style into it, but I can't do that very
handy, not being brung up to it.
Well, they held the auction in the public square,
along towards the end of the afternoon, and it strung
along, and strung along, and the old man he was on
hand and
looking his level
pisonest, up there longside
of the auctioneer, and chipping in a little Scripture
now and then, or a little goody-goody saying of some
kind, and the duke he was around goo-gooing for sympathy
all he knowed how, and just spreading himself
generly.