"Mr. Wolverton," said Bob, regarding that gentleman with a dislike he did not attempt to conceal, "You would make a very good bargain if we accepted your proposal."
"Not much," answered Wolverton, hastily. "Of course I should make a little something, but I am chiefly influenced in making the offer, by a desire to save your mother trouble."
"You would make seven hundred dollars at least, out of which you would only have to pay for transportation to St. Louis."
"That is a very ridiculous statement!" said Wolverton, sharply.
"Why so? The wheat will fetch two dollars a bushel in the market."
"Some one has been deceiving you."
"Shall I show you the paper in which I saw the quotations?"
"No; it is erroneous. Besides, the expense of carrying the grain to market will be very large."
"It won't be fifty cents a bushel."
"Young man, you are advising your mother against her best interests. Young people are apt to be headstrong. I should not expect to make much money out of the operation."