They're to carry the clock up to your house for a quarter apiece.
But I'll come on with you.

Got half a dollar ?" "Oh, yes," laughed Mercy, much pleased that the old man was willing she should pay the porters.

"Oh, yes, I have my portemonnaie here," holding it up.

"This is the cheapest clock ever sold, I think; and you are very good to let me pay the men." The old man looked at her with a keen, suspicious glance.
"Good?
eh! good?
Why, ye didn't think I was goin' to give ye money, did ye?
Oh, no, no, no! Not money.

Never give money." This was very true.