LOOK AT MY BOOK.

Globe, Volume IV, Issue 449, 22 November 1875, Page 3

LOOK AT MY BOOK.

A very prepossessing young lady, canvassing for a popular book, stepped into the office of a real estate broken in Springfield, Mass., the other morning, and finding the broker apparently at leisure, asked him to look at her book. The gentleman politely informed her that it would only be a waste of time, as he could not purchase it. ‘ Oh, never mind that,’ ejaculated the vivacious little woman ; ‘it won’t cost anything to look at it; even if you don’t buy, I should like to have you read some portion of it and see what it is. ’ The accommodating broker took the volume, and, glancing at the titlepage, commenced a perusal of the introduction. This finished, he began at the first chapter, and read carefully and leisurely along. It was about nine o’clock when he commenced, and an hour passed silently away. Then the book agent began to show signs of nervousness, apparently unnoticed by the broker, for he never raised his eyes from the volume, but read steadily on. Eleven o’clock came, and the lady began to walk rather smartly about the room, glancing occasionally out of the windows. At noon the broker was still reading, and the agent wore a decidedly troubled countenance. A few minutes before one o’clock the broker laid the book down leisurely, took his overcoat and his hat, and remarked blandly, * That is a very good book. I am sorry that I cannot read more of it, but I am obliged to go to dinner. If you will call in this afternoon, I will read some more of it.’