He looked up at her impatiently.
"Vell," he remarked, frowning as he uttered the single word.
"As you won't give me credit," said Mrs.Wentworth, "I thought you may be willing to loan me some money if I gave a security for its payment." "Vat kind of security ?" he enquired.
"I have, at my room, a bedstead I purchased from you some time ago," she replied.

"Will you lend a small sum of money on it ?" "No" he answered.

"I am not a pawnbroker." "But you might accommodate a destitute mother," remarked Mrs.
Wentworth.

"You have refused to give me credit, and now I ask you to loan me a small sum of money, for the payment of which I offer security." "I cannot do it," he answered.

"Ven I says a ting I means it." "Will you buy the bedstead then ?" asked Mrs.Wentworth in despair.
"Vat can I do mit it ?" he enquired.
"Why you can sell again," replied Mrs.Wentworth.