“Miss Sally,” she exclaimed, “I know what to do! I will make you a present of my encyclopedia. I will give it to you, and the next time you see Mr. Hewlitt you can tell him you have a copy, and then he will leave you alone!” That was how it happened that at the next festival Miss Sally did not run when she saw Eliph' Hewlitt approaching, but stood waiting for him. He stepped up to her with a smile that was half pleasure and half excuse. “I don't want to buy a book,” she said quickly. “I've got one. Mrs. Smith gave me the one she had. So you needn't pester me any more.” “I didn't want to sell you a book,” said Eliph' gently, “although I am glad to learn you have one. No person, whether man, woman or child, should be without a copy of this work, including, as it does, all the knowledge of the ages and all the world's wisdom, from A to Z, condensed into one volume, for ready reference. It is a book that should be on every parlor table and----” “Well, I've got one,” said Miss Sally, “so it's no use wasting talk on it. One's all I want. Another one wouldn't be no good but to clutter up the house.” “Just so,” said Eliph'. “I don't want to sell you another. To sell this book is the smallest part of my trouble. It is a book that sells itself. I only need to show it, to sell it. Wherever it falls open it attracts the attention with a gem of thought or a flower of knowledge, perhaps the language of gems, or the language of flowers, how to cure boils, how to preserve fruit, each page offers something of value to the mind. A copy of this book in the house is a friend in sickness or in health, a help in business and a companion in pleasure; to the agent it is a source of steady and continuous income. One copy sells another.” “I said before that I don't want another,” said Miss Sally shortly.