“Don’t know and don’t care. Want to buy a good racket?”

“How much?”

“Dollar and a half.”

Nick accepted the proffered article and viewed it dubiously.

“I’d have to have it restrung.”

“Why would you? There’s only one string gone. Take it along and try it.”

“Give you a dollar.”

“I guess you would! It cost seven. Hand it over here, you Shylock.”

“Dollar and a quarter, then.”