"Well, then," Florence returned, "you better ask me somep'n about that, hadn't you?"
"Well," said Henry Rooter, "have you got any money at home?"
"No, I haven't."
"Have you got any money with you?"
"Yes, I have."
"How much is it?"
"I won't tell you."
Henry frowned. "I guess we ought to make her pay about two dollars and a half," he said, turning to his partner.
Herbert became deferential; it seemed to him that he had formed a business association with a genius, and for a moment he was dazzled; then he remembered Florence's financial capacities, always well known to him, and he looked depressed. Florence, herself, looked indignant.
"Two dollars and a half!" she cried. "Why, I could buy this whole place for two dollars and a half, printing-press, railing, and all—yes, and you thrown in, Mister Henry Rooter!"