"We should."
"Then step in, sirs. I can give 'ee a glass of good nettle beer."
Jimmy groaned inwardly at the mention of the beer, but the sight of the eggs upheld him.
"Here they be, sir," said the old man, taking down two brown eggs with rusty spots on them, off the chimney-piece. "I took them myself out of the nest in yon fen when I was a lad."
"Will you sell them?"
"Ay, sure. It be a wonder how they come not to be broken, for I have taken no particular heed of them."
"What will you take for them?"
"What you likes to give, sir."
"I would rather you would fix your own price."
"Well, then, if you give me a shilling, I shall be fain."