“That makes no difference. You will have to sell, of course, and I have made up my mind to offer you three hundred and fifty. If you had taken me up at the time, I would have given you fifty more. You can't expect that now, however.”
“We don't expect anything. The house is not for sale.”
“Then, why are you taking up my valuable time?” demanded the squire, frowning with displeasure.
“I beg your pardon, sir. I only came in to ask for employment.”
“That I might have given you, if you hadn't been so unreasonable.”
“I don't think we are unreasonable, Squire Leech. Even if we were willing to sell, we should ask, at least, fourteen hundred dollars for the place.”
“Fourteen hundred! Are you crazy? I never heard of such a thing.”
“The place, land and all, cost my father fifteen hundred.”
“I don't believe it.”
“We've got his papers to show that it is so.”