"Well, Smith, what do you think of her?" asked Perkins, as the two gained the street.
"You're sure she's worth fifty thousand dollars?"
"Oh, yes. There's no mistake about that."
"But how do you know? This is a matter about which there should be no mistake."
"I got a friend to examine the transfer books of the bank where the stock is. Will that satisfy you?"
"You did? And pray why did you do that?"
"A strange question! but I'll tell you, as you seem dull. I had a notion of her myself."
"You had?"
"I had."
"And why did you get out of the notion?"