"Quad's odds"; . he fiddle! You ought to be proud of him, I said. Wall, we kinder hope hell turn out well, she answered. Come up here, John Quincy, and speak that piece aboutthat boy who stood on the busted deck. I wont! replied the boy in a positive tone. Hes a little bashful, you see, giving me an apologeti-cal smile. Hes rid fourteen miles this morning, and hedoesnt feel well, anyhow; I shouldnt wonder if he wastroubled with worums. Worms be blowed! replied John Quincy, chewingaway at his hat. Hes awful skeard when hes among strangers, shewent on, but hell git over it in a shorttime. What I
"Quad's odds"; . he fiddle! You ought to be proud of him, I said. Wall, we kinder hope hell turn out well, she answered. Come up here, John Quincy, and speak that piece aboutthat boy who stood on the busted deck. I wont! replied the boy in a positive tone. Hes a little bashful, you see, giving me an apologeti-cal smile. Hes rid fourteen miles this morning, and hedoesnt feel well, anyhow; I shouldnt wonder if he wastroubled with worums. Worms be blowed! replied John Quincy, chewingaway at his hat. Hes awful skeard when hes among strangers, shewent on, but hell git over it in a shorttime. What I cum in for was to see if youwouldnt take him and make a head-writerof him. I dont want to be a durned old bald-headed head-writer! said John Quincy,picking his teeth with my scissors. The young never knows whats good forem, she went on. He wants to be apreacher, or a great lawyer, or a big doctor, but he seemsto take to writing, and we thought wed make a head-writer of him. I dont spose hed earn over five or six. ANNOUNCING THE TERMS. 141 dollars and board a week for the first year, but Ive bin toldthat Genral Jackson didnt git half that when he begun : Madam, I commenced, as she stopped for breath, Idlike to take the boy. He looks as smart as a steel trap,and no doubt hell turn out a great man. Then youll take him? If you agree as to terms. What is them ter-ums ? You see my left eye is out ? Yes. Well, your son can never become a great writer unlessyou put his left eye out. If you will think bark you willremember that you never saw a great writer whose left eyewas not out. This is a matter of economy. A one-eyedwriter only needs half as much light as a man with twoeyes, and he isnt half so apt to discover hair-pins in hisbutter, and buttons in his oyster soup. The best way toput his eye out is to jab a red-hot needle into it. Good grashus ! she exclaimed. And you observe that I am bald-headed ? You maythink that my baldness results from seal]) disease, but suchis not the case
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