"Shure an' it depinds on the size."
"Mine are great big ones. Mrs. Grinnell says they ought to bring a pretty penny in Martindale."
"Well, thin, I think maybe they'd be bringing a quarter."
"Each one?"
"Shure!"
"And how much would that make if twenty-one were sold?"
"Five dollars and a quarter," promptly answered Mike, who was quick at figures and proud of the accomplishment.
"That would be enough," cried Peace in great glee. "All I need is two dollars and a quarter. Come on over to my house and pick them right away."
"What?" yelled Mike, wondering if the child had gone crazy.
"Oh, I forgot! I haven't told you yet, have I? You can sell my melons in the city for me if you like and save me the trouble."