“Well, no; only the fruit.”
“Let me see,” resting an elbow on one hand while she began to fondle her chin with the other, lost in the mazes of a mathematical calculation.
“I should say twelve shillings.”
“Will you go home when you’re sold out?” Greer asked.
“Where else?”
Elmer threw a dollar and a half on the stand, saying:
“You may have your stock to begin business with in the morning; I don’t want it.”
The old woman was considerably surprised at the gentleman’s generosity, but she managed to mumble loud enough for him to hear:
“God bless your honor.”
“Go home now,” said Greer, as he walked toward Pine Street.