From the butcher shop Frank went to the remaining stores, and then to the first of the private dwellings. At the latter place he met a shrewd middle-aged man, who looked his cattle and poultry book over with keen interest.
“That’s a pretty good book,” he said. “How much?”
“Three dollars.”
“It isn’t worth it. I’ll give you a dollar and a half.”
“No, sir, the price is three dollars, and I think you’ll find it worth every cent of it.”
“I’ll give you two dollars.”
“Sorry, but I can’t do it.”
“Then make it two and a half.”
“I would if I could, but I am not allowed to cut the price.”
At this the man sighed.