"What did you get?"
"Six dollars."
"I bought it," interposed Mr. Checkynshaw, bowing to the other gentleman, as though he knew him.
"I'm sorry I didn't take it, for it would have pleased my boy."
"You are too late."
"But I will get up another for you," said Leo, exhilarated by this sudden improvement of the mouse business.
"When can you do it?" asked the gentleman, who was quite disappointed to find he could not purchase the establishment at his own price, as he had expected to do at a later hour in the day, after the young man had had an opportunity to consider the vanity of worldly hopes.
"That depends upon what kind of one you want. If you wish for one like this, I can't get it done before Monday. I can give you a two-dollar house, with one pair of mice, to-morrow," replied Leo, in the most business-like tones.
"I want the best one you can get up. I want one as good or better than this."
"I will build one as good as this. I will have it at your house on Monday; but the price will be six dollars."