“You’ll never get my permission if you live a million years. Good-by!”
“Please wait a minute. I wish to ask you an important question, but I have to lead up to it. I told you how much my father is worth, and now I’d like to know how much yours is worth.”
She flushed, but instantly told the truth.
“He isn’t worth anything. This year we have about four hundred dollars and a garden.”
“Well, I’m hungry, and I have two hundred and eighty-nine dollars in my pocket.”
The forgetmenot eyes opened wide with astonishment.
“Very well. I hate business, but I guess I can rob you just as you rob the poor. If you come to my shop, I’ll sell you all the perch you want at eighty cents a pound.”
“It isn’t safe to start a monopoly till you’ve bought in your competitors.”
“Mr. Millionaire, if you think you can find any of my competitors, just go and hunt for them. I buy in the cheapest market and I sell in the dearest. That’s business.”
“Won’t you shade your price?”