“Will she?” This was a new view of the case.
“I think so. Anyway, she’ll be ‘as proud as proud’ of Melville. So it won’t matter so much about me.”
“What’ll you give me?”
“A cent.”
“’Tain’t enough.”
“Five cents.”
“No, siree. I won’t tell for less than a quarter.”
“You mercenary little wretch! I haven’t but ten cents to my name.”
“Borry of Melville. He always has lots.”
“I don’t like to run in debt.”