"She's a good house. Can make plenty money," pursued the deaf man.
"That's what make you so rich, eh, Charlie?"
"Non, I don't make nothing. Too blame clever, me, dat's de troub'. She's a good house,—make money fast like a steamboat,—make a barrel full in a week! Me, I lose money all de days. Too blame clever."
"Charlie!"
"Eh?"
"Tell me what you'll take."
"Make? I don't make nothing. Too blame clever."
"What will you take?"
"Oh! I got enough already,—half drunk now."
"What will you take for the 'ouse?"