"What dew they call that air tune box?" inquired Israel Goodrich.
"I've hearn tell but I kinder fergit. It's some Frenchified soundin
name."

"It's a pianner," said Obadiah.

"I guess peeanner's nigher right," observed Peleg critically. "My gal
hearn the Edwards gal call it peeanner."

"They ain't nuther of ye in a mile o' right. 'Tain't pianner, an
'tain't peeanner; it's pianny," said Abner, who on account of having
once served a few weeks in connection with a detachment of the French
auxiliaries, was conceded to be an authority on foreign pronunciation.

"I hain't got no idee on't, nohow," said Israel shaking his head. "I
hearn it a goin ez I wuz a comin by the store. Souns like ez if it wuz
a hailin ontew a lot o' milk pans. I never suspicioned ez I should
live tew hear sech a n'ise."

"I guess Peleg's baout right," said Abner. "Thar won't be no show fer
poor folks, 'nless they is a law agin' sendin money aouter the
kentry."

"I callate that would be a shuttin of the barn door arter the hoss is
stole," said Ezra Phelps, as he arrested a mug of flip on its way to
his lips, to express his views. "There ain' no use o' beginnin to save
arter all's spent. I callate guvment's got ter print a big stack o'
new bills ef we're a goin to git holt o' no money."

"Ef it's paper bills as ye're a talkin baout," said Abner grimly,