Then he could hold in no longer.
"Five hundred!" he repeated "Five hundred DOLLARS for the Shore Lane! Five--" "He raised it to six hundred and fifty before I left," I said.
"SIX hundred! Six hundred--and FIFTY! For the Shore Lane! Six hun--" "Sshh! shh!" cut in Dorinda.

"You sound like Sim Eldredge sellin' somethin' at auction.

DO be quiet! And you told him, Roscoe-- ?" "I told you what I told him," I said.
"Um-hm.

I ain't forgot it.

Be quiet, Lute.