"No: you can't fool me, youngster. I never pay more than twenty cents."
"I'm sure Mr. Terry told me that it was twenty-three."
Father was appealed to again, and of course went over to the domineering enemy.
Then two pounds of butter passed through the same process of cheapening. Joe began to lose his temper. Afterward a broom, some tape and cotton, and finally a calico dress.
"Now, here's three dozen eggs for part pay. They're twenty-four cents a dozen."
"Why, that's what we sell them for," said astonished Joe, mentally calculating profit and loss.
"Oh! they've gone up. Hetty Collins was paid twenty-five over to Windsor. I'd gone there myself if I'd had a little more time."
"I wish you had," ejaculated Joe inwardly.
She haggled until she got her price, and the settlement was made.