“No, no! We will keep the clothing, bedding and kitchenware, and the like. Just the furniture.”
The man went through the flat quickly, but his bright, beady eyes missed nothing. Finally he said:
“I gif you fifteen tollar, lady.”
“Oh, no! that is too little,” gasped Lyddy.
She had begun to figure mentally what it would cost to replace even the poor little things they had. And yet, if she could get any fair price for the goods she was almost tempted to sell out.
“Lady! believe me, I make a goot offer,” declared the man. “But I must make it a profit–no?”
“I couldn’t sell for so little.”
“How much you vant, den?” he asked shrewdly.
“Oh! a great deal more than that. Ten dollars more, at least.”
“Twenty-fife tollars!” he cried, wringing his hands. “Belief me, lady, I shouldt be shtuck!”