“What do they cost, Dan?”
“Hills o’ dollars. Fifteen thousand, p’haps; more, mebbe. There’s gold-leaf an’ everything you kin think of.”
Then to himself, half under his breath, “Guess I’d call her Hattie S. , too.”
“What do they cost, Dan?”
“Hills o’ dollars. Fifteen thousand, p’haps; more, mebbe. There’s gold-leaf an’ everything you kin think of.”
Then to himself, half under his breath, “Guess I’d call her Hattie S. , too.”