“Oh! you know best, sir,” I returned modestly.

“I can’t be buyer and seller too,” said Mr. Dolloby. “Put a price on this here little weskit.”

“Would eighteenpence be?”⁠—I hinted, after some hesitation.

Mr. Dolloby rolled it up again, and gave it me back. “I should rob my family,” he said, “if I was to offer ninepence for it.”