"I don't believe your mother would like it, if she should hear you tell such a monstrous story." The young man bit his lip.

Perhaps he had a kind mother who had taught him never to tell a lie, even in jest.

He quickly recovered his humor, however, though it was evident that Katy's rebuke had not been without its effect.
"For how much will you sell me six sticks ?" continued the clerk.
"For six cents." "But that is the retail price; when you sell goods at wholesale you ought not to ask so much for them." "You shall have them for five cents then," replied Katy, struck with the force of the suggestion.
"I can't afford to give so much as that.

I am a poor man.

I have to go to the theater twice a week, and that costs me a dollar.