...through the nagging of a nuisance by name of Campbell pacing off my grounds and at the same time was informed I was placcarded[sic] in front for (sale) by a man sitting on my porch being put there by Braybrook Walsh. Finally Walsh called one evening + while sitting on the big sofa, he asked what I would sell my house or home for. My reply was not one cent less than twenty four thousand, he sitting in front of me in a chair[,] immediately got up[,] knocked over his chair running around the chimney to get into the hall and over to the front door[,] slamming it that I felt all the glass was broken with the rattling. I have not seen him since and suppose he is still running a race with Campbell to keep warm. Finally Mr. Harrington called one morning, Miss Miller my friend and housekeeper opened the door who previously had rented a room in one of his buildings. Finally asked if would sell by Mr. Harrington, my reply was...

 Mr. Waterhouse,
I find in going over this paper you are to call for in the morning. 
But I wish to say this. I always supposed I had common sense - also that I have been held in such estimation by many friends, and relatives and until I was (kid-napped) one night and brought to the little stone house[,] supplied as it was all and more than necessary to be on my feet.
Feeling I could not carry as large a place I called in Mr. Walsh on evening  + while sitting on my sofa Mr. Walsh in chair fronting me[,] I said I had decided to sell - he asked what price? My reply was twenty four thousand knowing its thoroughness in building in every way. Which will bear inspection in every degree. My reply "not one cent less than twenty four thousand. When he...