He began counting the eggs over again, and his hands trembled.
"I'll take just what you're willing to give," Rebecca said to Silas.
"Sugar is fourteen cents a pound, an' eggs is fetchin' ten cents a dozen," said the old man; "you can have a pound and a half of sugar for them eggs if you can give me a cent to boot." Rebecca colored.

"I'm afraid I haven't got a cent with me," said she; "I didn't fetch my purse.

You'll have to give me a cent's worth less sugar, Mr.Berry." "It's kinder hard to calkilate so close as that," returned Silas, gravely; "you had better tell your mother about it, an' you come back with the cent by-an'-by." "Why, father!" cried Rose.
William shouldered his father aside with a sudden motion.

"I'm tending to this, father," he said, in a stern whisper; "you leave it alone." "I ain't goin' to stan' by an' see you givin' twice as much for eggs as they're worth 'cause it's a gal you're tradin' with.

That wa'n't never my way of doin' business, an' I ain't goin' to have it done in my store.