“Don't you think we could sell some strawberries next year?”
“By all means, sell anything. We shall no doubt get rich out of this acre.”
“Don't be foolish.”
And now!
“Don't you think it would be nice to have a?”....
And Polly unfolds a small scheme of benevolence, which is not quite enough to break me, and is really to be executed in an economical manner. “Would n't that be nice?”
“Oh, yes! And where is the money to come from?”
“I thought we had agreed to sell the strawberries.”