"One forty-six," he said. "When I get home I'm going to read that to
Minnie. She likes poetry and all such things. And where's that other
piece that tells how a man feels when he's lonesome? Say, that fellow
knew!"
We had a genuinely good time, the agent and I, and when he finally rose
to go, I said:
"Well, I've sold you a new book."
"I see now, mister, what you mean."