"That isn't much better than Jack's bid. No, I don't think I'll sell them just now."
"Well, I must be going. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
The farmer stands and watches the buyer as he drives down a lane. When he has gone a few rods he stops and looks back.
"Oh, Jim!"
"Well!"
"I've just been thinking it over, and, though sheep are not worth a cent over three cents a pound, I am in such a fix to-day getting my car filled that I'll pay three and a half."
"When will you want them delivered?"
"At noon to-day."