“It seems to be good,” he remarked cautiously.
“Of course it’s good!” said Robert. “You don’t take me for a counterfeiter, do you, Mr. Sands?”
“It’s a good deal of money for you to have, Robert. Where did you get it?”
“Why do you ask that question?” asked our hero, provoked.
“I was a leetle surprised at your having so much money—that’s all. Did your uncle give it to you?”
“I don’t see what that is to you, Mr. Sands. If you don’t want to sell your tea and sugar, you can keep them.”
If there had been another grocery store in the village Robert would have gone thither, but it has already been said that Abner Sands had the monopoly of the village trade.
“You’re kind of touchy this evenin’, Robert,” said Abner placidly, for he was so given to interesting himself in the affairs of his neighbors that he did not realize that his curiosity was displayed in an impertinent manner. “Of course I want to sell all I can. You’ve got considerable money comin’ back to you. Don’t you want to buy something else?”
“I guess not to-night.”
“As long as you’ve got the cash to pay, I’m perfectly ready to sell you goods. Lemme see. Fifty-eight from two dollars leaves a dollar’n thirty-two cents.”