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could not help it; carried away with the 

 enjoyment of yarning to such a large company 

 of good listeners, from time to time he had 

 been wiping his nose on his night- cap, which, 

 on packing up hurriedly when we were called 

 for the coach, he had stuffed into his coat 

 pocket. 



Next morning, when I came down to 

 breakfast, I found that my father had been 

 up and about for some time, and that he had 

 breakfasted well, and already was bent on 

 business. I hurried through the meal and 

 followed him out. In the hall I discovered 

 that somebody had taken my hat, and in its 

 place had left me nearly a new one. 



''George, my boy," said 1, "this will do." 

 Putting the good exchange on, I sauntered 

 out into the fair. I found the governor in all 

 the warmth and enjoyment of a real, old- 

 fashioned horse deal, and soon I was as thick 

 in it as he was, and as keenly critical of the 

 points of the horse before us ; then I suddenly 

 spotted my old hat coming through the crowd, 

 and for me the pleasure of that horse deal 



