|
Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
||||
 |
||||
|
Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
||||
|
|
||||
|
“Mr. Haley, she is not to be sold,” said Shelby. “My wife would not part with her for her weight in gold.” “Ay, ay! women always say such things, ‘cause they ha’n’t no sort of calcula- tion. Just show ‘em how many watches, feathers, and trinkets, one’s weight in gold would buy, and that alters the case I reckon.” “I tell you, Haley, this must not be spoken of; I say no, and I mean no,” said Shelby, decidedly. “Well, you’ll let me have the boy, though,” said the trader; “you must own I’ve come down pretty handsomely for him.” “What on earth can you want with the child?” said Shelby. “Why, I’ve got a friend that’s going into this yer branch of the business-wants to buy up handsome boys to raise for the market. Fancy articles entirely-sell for waiters, and so on, to rich ‘uns, that can pay for handsome ‘uns. It sets off one of yer great places-a real handsome boy to open door, wait, and tend. They fetch a good sum; and this little devil is such a comical, musical concern, he’s just the ar- ticle.” “I would rather not sell him,” said Mr. Shelby, thoughtfully; “the fact is, sir, I’m a humane man, and I hate to take the boy from his mother, sir.” “O, you do?- La! yes-something of that ar natur. I understand, perfectly. It is mighty onpleasant getting on with women, sometimes. I al’ays hate these yer screechin’ screamin’ times. They are mighty onpleasant; but, as I manages busi- |
