“How much?”
“Fife dolee.”
“Eh? I don’t hear very well?”
“Four dolee.”
“I’ll give you a dollar and fifty cents.”
“Two dolee. You take um?”
“You bet I’ll take um. It’s like finding moccasins to get them for that price.”
“You will have to carry them yourself, you know,” warned Tad.
“What do you think I’m going to do with those joy shoes?” demanded the fat boy.
“I supposed you intended to wear them when sitting by the fireside.”