Le' me see: fifty dozen birds at three dollars a dozen! That's--that's jest----" Godfrey straightened up, locked his fingers together, rested his elbows on his knees and looked down at the pile of ashes in the fire-place.
"It's a heap of money, the fust thing you know," said Dan.

"It's fifty dollars.

Dave told me so." "Fifty gran'mothers!" exclaimed Godfrey.

"Dave done said that jest to make a fule of you.

It would be fifty dollars if he got only a dollar a dozen.