So, turning to Robert Wood he
said patronizingly, "That was very well told, Robert. The story is an
old one, but you worked it up very nicely; but," continued the
Professor, "as I have often remarked on similar occasions:
It makes no difference whether a story's new or old,
Everything depends on the way it's told."
Turning quickly to Quincy he said, "No doubt Mr. Sawyer can favor us
with a story that we've never heard before."
Quincy was a little taken aback, for the appeal was unexpected, but he
quickly recovered his self-possession and said in a low but pleasant
voice, "I am afraid that my story will have to depend on the way it is
told rather than upon its novelty." He wondered if his hearers were
acquainted with the travels of Baron Munchausen, but decided to try the
experiment. "About a year ago," resumed Quincy, "I went down to Maine on
some law business. I transacted it, but had to travel some ten miles to
the county town to record my papers. I had a four-wheeled buggy, and a
strong, heavily-built horse. It began to snow very fast after I started,
but I knew the road and drove steadily on.
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