“Is five dollars the lowest price you will accept?” asked Frank, whose bump of business caution was developing rapidly.
“Yes, I told my husband about them and he said not to sell for a penny less than five dollars.”
“Then I’ll take them on one condition.”
“What is that?”
“That your husband will deliver them for me to the hotel at Fairport. I can’t carry them, and I haven’t any horse and wagon.”
“Very well; he can deliver them to-morrow, when he goes to town for feed. He’ll go in the morning.”
“That will be satisfactory. I will write out a bill of sale, and you can sign it.”
For the purpose of having book orders signed in ink, Frank carried a stylographic pen with him, and soon he had the bill of sale written out in due form. In it he mentioned the most important volumes, and added, “and eighty-four others.”
“Now, please sign this and I’ll pay you,” he said, and handed over the money. The receipt was signed, and he placed it away carefully in his pocket. Then he said he would take three or four of the books with him.
“And your husband can leave the rest with the hotel keeper,” he added.