“Good morning, Mr. Smith,” said the man with the satchel, addressing the cashier.
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“Good morning,” responded the latter. “I am glad you came today, Mr. Woodman, for we have an unusually large supply of stamps on hand.”
“The market is very much overstocked at present,” replied Woodman, unslinging his satchel, and resting it on the desk. “I bought a thousand dollars’ worth of stamps yesterday from one party at five per cent off.”
“Five per cent,” repeated the cashier, arching his eyebrows.
“Yes, five per cent.”
“And you expect to buy from us at that rate?”
“I wish I could pay you more, but my money is all tied up now—the market is glutted, fairly glutted.”