I see my car coming in the distance.

So good-----" "I'll take ten!" called Mr.Titmouse, as Dick once more turned away.
"Six," smiled Dick significantly.

"But I haven't time to stay here and dicker, sir.

Good-----" "Hold on!" fairly screamed Mr.Titmouse, as Dick, nodding at him, started to run to the corner.
"Then I'll stop and talk it over with you, sir," answered Prescott, going back.

"But I don't say that I'll agree to take the wagon." "Now, don't you try to work the price down any lower," exclaimed Mr.Titmouse, looking worried.
"No, sir; I won't do that," Dick promised.