“That’s an awful thing that you have on, miss!”
“I rather think not, but that’s as may be.—Come, miss, what will you take?”
“Why I don’t know,—what will you give?”
“I reckon you’ll know best when you answer my question.”
“Well then, I shouldn’t like less than five dollars.”
“Five dollars and my bonnet! I reckon two would be nearer the mark—but it’s of no consequence.”
“None in the least, miss, only I know the value of my bonnet.—We’ll say no more about it.”
“Just so, miss.”
A pause and silence for half a minute, when Miss Plush, looks out of the window, and says, as if talking to herself, “I shouldn’t mind giving four dollars, but no more.” She then fell back in her seat, when Miss Pink, put her head out of the window, and said:— “I shouldn’t refuse four dollars after all, if it was offered,” and then she fell back to her former position.
“Did you think of taking four dollars, miss?”