"How much will you gif vor zis chil'?" she asked.
"One hundred dollars," he replied.
"One hunner dollars! You paid more zan twize as much vor ze horze! Eez nod a woman worth more zan a horze?"
"She will be, when she is a woman. She is a child now."
"Let me zee ze color of your money!"
He drew a leather wallet from his pocket and held it tantalizingly before her eyes.
Its influence was decisive upon her avaricious soul, and she clutched at it wildly.
"Put it into my han'!" she cried.
"Put Pepeeta into mine," he said.
"Pepeeta! Pepeeta!" she called.