“Show me the money.”
“I’ll show you the money when I get my tea,” said Robert, provoked at Mr. Sands’ resolute incredulity. “I’ve told you I will pay you before I leave the store. If you don’t want to sell your goods, say so!”
“Come, come! there ain’t no use in gettin’ angry,” said the trader in a conciliatory tone. “Your trade’s as good as anybody’s if you’ve got money to pay for the goods.”
“I’ve already told you I have, Mr. Sands.”
“All right, Robert. You shall have the tea.”
He weighed out the tea and then asked:
“Is there anything more?”
“Yes, sir. How do you sell your sugar?”
“Brown sugar—eight cents.”
“I guess that will do. I will take a pound of brown sugar.”