"Dat was not no trouble!" said the philosopher. "There was nozing about money there; and it was not no trouble, — neizer before, neizer after."
"I have had money all my life; and it never made me any trouble."
"Ah, you have not come to the time," said Mr. Herder. "Wait, you will find it. Now you are in trouble because you want to buy this ground, and you could not do it wizout money."
"I can't do it with, unless you will help me, Mr. Herder — you or somebody."
"I could get somebody," said Mr. Herder; — "I know somebody what I could get."
"I don't know anybody who would be as good as you, sir."
"I do," said the naturalist. "Where is Mr. Haye? — is he sick?"
"No sir, — I don't wish him to know anything about it, Mr.
Herder. — He is the person making the sale."
"Your father? — do you mean that Mr. Haye is the man what is selling the ground of Mr. Landholm?"
"Yes sir. And I wish to buy it."