Do I hear the quarter?
They are well worth it, gentlemen.

Will no one give me the quarter?
Well, time is money, and tempus fugit.

Going at three--at three; going, going, and sold at three dollars." Several more lots sold so rapidly at three dollars that Mark had no opportunity of making himself heard or of catching the auctioneer's eye, until, finally, in a sort of despair he called out "Quarter," just as another lot was about to be knocked down to a dealer at three dollars.
"Ah!" said the auctioneer, "that is something like.

It takes a gentleman from the North to appreciate oranges at their true value.

A quarter is bid.