prize he coveted. He wished just such a knife, and knew that he would have to pay a dollar or more at the hardware store for it.
"Wait a minute, please," said Matt to him. "I have another such a knife. If you wish it you can have it at the same figure that the young man paid."
"Let's look at the knife."
The countryman made a careful examination of the blade, and finally agreed to take it.
"I'll send my son Tom around for an accordion," he said, before leaving. "He's dead stuck on music, Tom is."
"Thank you, we shall be pleased to see him," returned Matt politely, and the old countryman went off much pleased over the way he had been treated.
At a word from Andy, Matt brought the entire board of knives out so that all might examine them.
"Seventy-five cents was the auction price," he explained, "So any one can step up and take his or her choice for that amount. They are well worth your inspection. Any of the knives will stick, but you can't get stuck on a single one of them."
This little joke made the crowd laugh, and a dozen or more pressed forward to look at the knives.
