"Who bids higher?
It is worth ten times that paltry sum; would be dirt cheap at twenty.

Somebody bid twenty; don't let such a chance escape you; you can't expect to have another such.

Who bids?
Who bids ?" "Fifteen," bid Zoe.
"Fifteen, fifteen! this lace veil, worth every cent of a hundred dollars, going at fifteen?
Who bids higher?
Now's your chance; you can't have it much longer.

Going, going at fifteen dollars--this elegant veil, worth a cool hundred.

Who bids higher?
Going, going at fifteen dollars, not a quarter of its value.