"It will always find a purchaser, particularly now that the price of everything has increased so largely." "Veil, I vill puy te pedstead," he said, and then enquired: "How much monish do you vant for it ?" "What will you give me ?" she asked.
"I vill give you forty tollars for it," he replied.
"It must be worth more than that," she remarked.

"The price of everything is so increased that it appears to me as if the bedstead should command a higher price than that offered by you." "Shust as you like, my goot voman," Mr.Swartz remarked, shrugging his shoulders.

"If you vant at mine price, all veil and goot; if not, you can leave it alone.

I only puy te piece of furniture to accommodate you, and you should pe tankful." "I suppose I will be obliged to take your price," replied Mrs.
Wentworth, "although I believe I could get more for it, did I know any one in town who purchased such things." He made no reply, but calling his clerk ordered him to bring forty dollars from the safe.

The clerk having brought the money retired, and left them alone again.
"Vere is te pedstead ?" asked Swartz.
"It is at home," Mrs.Wentworth replied.
"Den you must pring it round here before I can pay for it," he observed.
"I am in want of the money now to buy bread," she answered.