“How much did you pay for strawberries this morning?”
“Ten cents.”
“You paid too much. I bought them for eight.”
“For eight! Were they good ones?”
“Step into the dining-room and I will show them to you.”
The ladies stepped into the dining-room, when Mrs. Mier displayed her large, red berries, which were really much finer than she had at first supposed them to be.
“You didn’t get them for eight cents,” remarked the visiter incredulously.
“Yes I did. I paid forty cents for five quarts.”
“While I paid fifty for some not near so good.”
“I suppose you paid just what you were asked?”