The trader tried to persuade and coax Miss Jane; but she remained impervious to all of his importunities.
"Wal, then," he said, after finding she would yield to no argument, "haven't you none others you can let me have? I am 'bliged to fill up my lot."
"Wal, since my darter won't trade nohow, I must try and let you have some of the others, though I don't care much 'bout sellin'."
Mr. Peterkin was what was called tight on a trade; now, though he was anxious enough to sell, he affected to be perfectly indifferent. This was what would be termed an excellent ruse de guerre.
"If you want children, I think we can supply you," said Miss Jane, and, looking round, she asked,
"Where are Amy and her sisters?"
My heart sank within me, and, though I knew full well where they were, I would not speak.
Little Jim, the son of Ginsy, cried out,
"Yes, I know where dey is. I seed em in dar."