'I have sold the things.

They have not yielded quite as much as they might have done, but pretty well--pretty well.

To-day's Tuesday.

When shall they be moved?
There's no hurry--shall we say this afternoon ?' 'Say Friday morning,' returned the old man.
'Very good,' said the dwarf.

'So be it--with the understanding that I can't go beyond that day, neighbour, on any account.' 'Good,' returned the old man.