An old artisan who prided himself on his ability to drive a close bargain contracted to paint a huge barn in the neighborhood for the small sum of twelve dollars.
“Why on earth did you agree to do it for so little?” his brother inquired.
“Well,” said the old painter, “you see, the owner is a mighty onreliable man. If I’d said I’d charge him twenty-five dollars, likely he’d have only paid me nineteen. And if I charge him twelve dollars, he may not pay me but nine. So I thought it over, and decided to paint it for twelve dollars, so I wouldn’t lose so much.”
