"Dear me, what children we are! Mercy, I don't honestly know what you ought to ask for the house.

I'll find out." "Deacon Jones said he thought, taking in the cranberry meadow, it was worth three thousand dollars," said Mercy; "but that seems a great deal to me: though not in a good cranberry year, perhaps," added she, ingenuously, "for last year the cranberries brought us in seventy-five dollars, besides paying for the picking." "And the meadow ought to go with the house, by all means," said Mr.Allen.
"I want it for color in the background, when I look at the house as I come down from the meeting-house hill.

I wouldn't like to have anybody else own the canvas on which the picture of my home will be oftenest painted for my eyes.

I'll give you three thousand dollars for the house, Mercy.

I can only pay two thousand down, and pay you interest on the other thousand for a year or two.