Eldon did not understand how completely he had overreached himself, until a part of his establishment had been idle for days, and he had been compelled to go to New York, and purchase some fifty pieces of the goods he wanted, for cash, at twelve dollars per piece, a price that he is still compelled to pay, as neither Lladd nor any other importing house in the city has since ordered a case from abroad. So much for driving a hard bargain.
OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN INTO THE FIRE;
OR, THE LOVE OF A HOUSE.
"HADN'T you better give your landlord notice to-day, that we will move at the end of the year, Mr. Plunket?"
"Move! For heaven's sake, Sarah, what do we want to move for?"
"Mr. Plunket!"
"Mrs. Plunket!"
"It's a very strange way for you to address me, Mr. Plunket. A very strange way!"
"But for what on earth do you want to move, Sarah? Tell me that. I'm sure we are comfortable enough off here."
"Here! I wouldn't live in this miserable house another twelve months, if you gave me the rent free."