But I'll be honest with you.

The price I offer is a good deal less than I'd have to pay in the city--Hutchinson would charge me five hundred, at least--and I need just what you've got to sell.

What do you say, Miss Ethel ?" "The price is one hundred dollars, Mr.Merrick." "I won't pay it.

Let me talk with your grandmother." "She does not see anyone, sir." Louise looked up sharply, scenting another clue.
"Isn't she well, dear ?" she asked in smooth tones.
"She looks after grandfather, and helps Aunt Lucy with the housework." "Well, come, Louise; we'll go home," said Uncle John, sadly.

"I'd hoped to be able to drive this fine fellow back, but Dan'll have to groan an' balk all the way to the farm." Ethel smiled.
"Better buy at my price, Mr.Merrick," she suggested.
"Tell you what I'll do," he said, pausing.