When he got out Tom took his place.

It _was_ comfortable.
"How much ?" asked Steve carelessly.
"Three-fifty, and dirt----" "Give you a dollar and a half." Durkin looked so pained that Tom quite pitied him.

But he only said patiently: "You don't want to buy, you fellows; you're looking for gifts.

That chair at three dollars is a real, genuine bargain, and----" "You said three and a half before," Tom corrected.
"Did I?
Well, it ought to be three and a half, but you may have it for three, even if I lose money on it." "No fear," grunted Steve.

"We'll split the difference and call it two." "Make it two-fifty and it's yours." "Couldn't do it.