Jim hesitated. “How much?” he asked.
Mr. Kohn, Junior, weighed the links on a small scales, out of sight of Jim, by the way, and replied; “A dollar and a half. They don’t weigh quite so much, but I’ll call it a dollar and a half even.”
“They’re worth more than that,” answered Jim, remembering that there were at least six more jewelry stores in town.
“Not for old gold they ain’t.”
“Well, I guess I don’t want to sell them,” said Jim.
“How much you think they’re worth?” asked the other, still keeping the cuff-links.
“Two dollars.”
“You’re making fun of me,” answered the other, smiling patiently. “I ain’t saying they ain’t worth two dollars to you for cuff-links, because maybe they’d be worth three, but for old gold—”
“All right,” replied Jim, holding out his hand.
“Say, ain’t you one of the fellows that plays with the football team over to the Academy?” asked young Mr. Kohn.