Mrs. M. (shrewdly). What’ll you give for it?
F. I don’t know what it’s worth, but I’ll give you ten dollars for the lot.
Mrs. M. (quickly). You can have ’em all for that.
Mrs. O’C. That’s four times more’n they’re all worth.
Mrs. M. You’d better mind yer own business, O’Callahan. There comes a boy that wants an apple maybe. (Boy comes in, looks at apples and passes out.)
F. You’ll have to tell me how you sell the things. I don’t know anything about the prices.
Mrs. M. The apples are three cents apiece. Some of the peaches are three cents, and some two cents, and them bananas are ten cents apiece. If you sell a dozen of ’em at once, you’ll sell at a little less price.
F. That’ll do. I guess I shall get along well now.
Mrs. M. Shan’t I lend you my apron to shine the apples with?
F. No, I thank you; I guess they look well enough.