After a little search, Mrs. Wentworth selected the plainest and most
homely she could find of all the articles she desired, and, turning to
him, inquired what the price would be.

"Te pedstead is forty tollars; te chairs is three tollars apiece; te
taple is twenty tollars; and to washstand is fourteen," he replied.

"And how much will that amount to, altogether?" she asked.

"Eighty-six tollars," he responded.

"Can you take no less, sir?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he answered. "I have put one brice, and if you don't vant
to pay it you can leave it."

Taking out the desired amount, she paid him without making any further
remark, and requested that they would be sent after her. Calling a
drayman, Mr. Swartz told him to follow her with the furniture, and he
returned to his seat, satisfied with having made sixty dollars on the
eighty-six, received from Mrs. Wentworth, the furniture having been
bought at sheriff's sale for a mere trifle.

Having purchased a few other household utensils, Mrs. Wentworth
proceeded to the Bowman House, from which, after paying her bill, she
removed her children, and, followed by the dray with her furniture,
proceeded to the wretched hovel site had rented. Her stock of money
had now been reduced to less than sixty dollars, and with this she
embarked upon the world with two tender children.