“Try which pair fits you best,” he said at last, “and I’ll do them up a little bit for another shilling.”
“No book-cover soles,” said Matt, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder at the heap in the back-room.
Isaac grinned after his slow fashion, and then growled, “Fust-class leather and good workmanship.”
“For two shillings?” said Matt.
“And the old ones,” said Isaac.
“Why, they’re worth nothing to you,” said Matt.
“And they ain’t worth nothing to you,” said Isaac.
“S’pose I’m going out to dinner and want a change?” said the old man with a grin.
“’Nother shilling, then,” said Isaac determinedly.
“Why, they ain’t worth sixpence!” exclaimed Matt indignantly.