anything.

"Why, no," said Daniel, "I never called there; but I've no doubt I
could."

"What'll you bet of it?"

"I'm not a betting man," said Daniel, "but I feel so sure of it that I
don't mind risking five dollars."

"Agreed."

"The next morning Daniel drove leisurely up to the widow's door and
knocked. She had a great aversion to pedlers, and declared they were
cheats, every one of them. She was busy sweeping when Daniel knocked.
She came to the door in a dreadful hurry, hoping it might be an old
widower in the neighborhood that she was trying to catch. When she saw
how much she was mistaken she looked as black as a thundercloud.

"Want any tin ware to-day, ma'am?" inquired Daniel, noways discomposed.

"No, sir," snapped she.

"Got all kinds,--warranted the best in the market. Couldn't I sell you
something?"

"Not a single thing," said she, preparing to shut the door; but Daniel,
knowing all would then be lost, stepped in before she could shut it
quite to, and began to name over some of the articles he had in his
wagon.