This book here," picking up the last of the three from the seat, "I offered to sell yer uncle fer five dollars; but he wanted it fer four.

I ain't no haggler, you understan', so I jest driv away.

Now Mr.Merrick has changed his mind an' is willin' to give five fer it; but there ain't nuthin' small about me.

Ef you gals'll jest give me the four dollars ye kin take the book to yer uncle, with my compliments; an' I won't hev t' go back.

I'm in a drea'ful hurry." Patsy laughed at the little man's excited manner.
"Fortunately I have some money with me," she said; "but you may as well take the five dollars, for unless Uncle had been willing to pay it he would not have called you back." "I think so, myself, miss," he rejoined, taking the money and handing her the volume.
Uncle John and Louise, glaring at the distant group, saw the third red book change hands, and in answer to their renewed cries and gestures Patsy waved the "Lives of the Saints" at them reassuringly and came on at a brisk walk, followed by Beth.
McNutt slapped the sorrel with the ends of the reins so energetically that the mare broke into a trot, and before the girls had come within speaking distance of their uncle, the agent was well out of sight and exulting in the possession of eleven dollars to pay for his morning's work.