“Never figgered it so. Made it for fun.”
“Sell it to me for five dollars?”
Mr. Atkins opened up his eyes. “Sure!” says he.
“With all your rights in it?”
“Sure! Why not? Nothin’ but a kind of a sort of a toy. Whittled it out, I tell you.”
“I’m in the furniture business,” says Mr. Sommers.
“Pleased to hear it,” says Mr. Atkins, as polite as pie.
“So you’d sell this for five dollars, eh?”
“Didn’t cost me five cents to make.”
“How about you, Catty? Would you sell it for five dollars?”