So Mary walked in the street. Mrs. Jenkins saw
her and imagined her purpose, and after she had proved her, she and Dai
formed a plot whereby many little children and young youths and girls
came into the shop. Mary numbered every one, but the number that she
gave Evan was three times higher than the proper number. The man was
pleased, and he spoke out to Dai. "Tell me the price of the shop," he
said.
"Improved has the health," replied Dai. "And not selling I don't think
am I."
"Pity that is. Great offer I have."
"Smother your cry. Taken a shop too have I in Petersham. Rachel will
look after this."
Mrs. Jenkins spoke to her husband with a low voice: "Witless you are.
Let him speak figures."
"As you want if you like then," said Dai.
"A puzzle you demand this one minute," Evan murmured. "Thirty pounds
would--"
"Light is your head," Dai cried.
"More than thirty gallons and a pram. Eighty I want for the shop and
stock."
"I stop," Evan pronounced. "Thirty-five can I give. No more and no
less."
"Cute bargainer you are. Generous am I to give back five pounds for luck
cash on spot. Much besides is my counter trade.
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