"Eight dollars. I wish we could buy out that news stand. I am sick of tramping around trying to sell books," went on George Van Pelt. "Last week I was over in Jersey City, and one woman set her dog on me."
"I hope you didn't get bit," said Nelson with a laugh.
"No, but the dog kept a sample of my pants."
"Have you heard anything more of the stand?"
"The owner says he's going to sell out sure by next week. He told me he would take ninety dollars cash. He's going away and don't want a mortgage now."
"Ninety dollars. How much have you got?"
"I can scrape up forty dollars on a pinch."
"I've got fifteen dollars."
"That makes fifty-five dollars. We'll want thirty-five more. How can we get that amount?"