I bought them for eight." "For eight! Were they good ones ?" "Step into the dining-room, and I will show them to you." The ladies stepped into the dining-room, when Mrs.Mier displayed her large, red berries, which were really much finer than she had at first supposed them to be.
"You didn't get them for eight cents," remarked the visitor, incredulously.
"Yes I did.

I paid forty cents for five boxes." "While I paid fifty for some not near so good." "I suppose you paid just what you were asked ?" "Yes, I always do that.

I buy from one woman during the season, who agrees to furnish me at the regular market price." "Which you will always find to be two or three cents above what you can get them for in the market." "You always buy in market." "I bought these from a woman at the door." "Did she only ask eight cents for them ?" "Oh, no! She asked ten cents, and pretended that she got twelve and a half for the same quality of berries yesterday.

But I never give these people what they ask." "While I never can find it in my heart to ask a poor, tired-looking woman at my door, to take a cent less for her fruit than she asks me.

A cent or two, while it is of little account to me, must be of great importance to her." "You are a very poor economist, I see," said Mrs.Mier.