"No," returned the farmer, with a thoughtful shake of the head, "leastways, none as I can observe."
"Now, you have," said I.
"So they do tell me," he answered modestly.
"And the natural inference is that you ought to have a flowered waistcoat to go with them."
"Why, that's true, to be sure!" he nodded.
"The price of this one is—fifteen shillings," said I.
"That's a lot o' money, master," said he, shaking his head.
"It's a great deal less than forty," said I.
"An' ten is less than fifteen, an' ten shillin' is my price; what d'ye say—come now."
"You drive a hard bargain," said I, "but the waistcoat is yours at your own price." So saying, I slipped off knapsack and coat, and removing the garment in question, having first felt through the pockets, handed it to him, whereupon he slowly counted the ten shillings into my hand; which done, he sat down upon the shaft of a cart near by, and, spreading out the waistcoat on his knees, looked it over with glistening eyes.