“But cash! Lord A’mighty! We dunno what to do.”
“I suppose you know whether you want to sell or not.”
“Want to sell! If we didn’t want to sell this old shebang we’d be dumb idiots.”
“Then, why in the name of common sense don’t you sell?”
“Because, somehow it don’t look natural to me.”
“Well, I must confess that to throw away much money on an old shell like that doesn’t look any too natural to me.”
“Come now, Jim, that was a real nice house when it was built.”
Jim laughed sarcastically. “Running up your wares now, are you?”
“That house cost Andrew Bolton a pile of money. And now, if it’s fixed up, it’ll be the best house in Brookville.”
“That isn’t saying much. See here, you’ve got to let me pass. If you want to sell—I should think you would—I don’t see what you are worrying about. I don’t suppose you are worrying for fear you may cheat the girl.”