"About a dozen," James calculated.
"Well, why should more people read your paper? No, you can have the money, but it must be regarded as a personal loan, and I must have the portraits and the silver."
"I don't see why you should have them."
"I don't see why you should start a new critical weekly."
John could not help enjoying the power that his brother's ambition had put in his hands and he insisted firmly upon the surrender of the heritage.
"All right, Jacob, I suppose I must sell my birthright for a mess of pottage."
"A printer's pie would describe it better," said John.
"Though why you want a few bad pictures and a dozen or so forks and spoons, I can't conceive."
"Why do you want them?" John countered.
"Because they're mine."