"Shust as you like, my goot voman," Mr. Swartz remarked, shrugging his
shoulders. "If you vant at mine price, all veil and goot; if not, you
can leave it alone. I only puy te piece of furniture to accommodate
you, and you should pe tankful."

"I suppose I will be obliged to take your price," replied Mrs.
Wentworth, "although I believe I could get more for it, did I know any
one in town who purchased such things."

He made no reply, but calling his clerk ordered him to bring forty
dollars from the safe. The clerk having brought the money retired, and
left them alone again.

"Vere is te pedstead?" asked Swartz.

"It is at home," Mrs. Wentworth replied.

"Den you must pring it round here before I can pay for it," he
observed.

"I am in want of the money now to buy bread," she answered. "If you
will pay me and let your clerk follow with a dray, I would return home
immediately and have the bedstead taken down and sent to you."

Mr. Swartz called the clerk again, and ordered him to bring a dray to
the front of the store. The clerk did as he was requested, and soon
after returned with the intelligence that the dray was ready.

"Do you follow dis voman to her house, and she vill give you a