"Pleasant words are cheap coin," said he.

"I wish I had something better for your sake, child.

Now let me see what it is you propose.

That wood-lot of your father's, you say, Doctor Prescott has offered three hundred dollars for." "Yes, sir." The Squire whistled.

"Didn't your father think it was worth more than that ?" "Yes, sir, but he didn't think he could get any more.