"Mr.
Dalrymple! That's good paper! Yes, I can.

It will cost you ten per cent.," he added, jestingly.

"Why don't you just hold it, though?
I'll let you have the thirty-two dollars until the end of the month." "Oh, no," said his son, "you discount it and take your money.

I may want mine." His father smiled at his business-like air.

"All right," he said.