“A hundred Mex,” said Ling Foo. “Very cheap.”
“A hundred Mex?” That would be nearly fifty dollars in American money. With a sigh 42 she dropped the fur. “Too much for me. How much is that Chinese jacket?”
“Twenty Mex.”
Jane carried it over to the window.
“I will give you fifteen for it.”
“All right.”
Ling Foo was willing to forego his usual hundred per cent. profit in order to start the day with a sale. Then he spread out the grass linen.
Jane went into raptures over some of the designs, but in the end she shook her head. She wanted something from Shanghai, something from Hong-Kong, something from Yokohama. If she followed her inclination she would go broke here and now.
“Have you any jade? Understand, I’m not buying. Just want to see some.”
“No, lady; but I can bring you some this afternoon.”