The cloth sacque could not have been made for less than twelve dollars.

A fair valuation of the whole would have been near forty dollars.
"How much ?" repeated Pinky, an impatient quiver in her voice.
"Six dollars," replied the man.
"Six devils!" exclaimed Pinky, in a loud, angry voice.
"Six devils! you old swindler!" chimed in Miss Peter.
"You can take them away.

Just as you like," returned the man, with cool indifference.

"Perhaps the police will give you more.

It's the best I can do." "But see here, Jerkin," said Pinky: "that sacque is worth twice the money." "Not to me.