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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 pedstead. Bring it down here," and then he added, speaking to the clerk who had not yet left the room: "Vat does te trayman sharge." "One dollar and a half," was the reply.
"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."
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.
"Veil, I vill puy te pedstead," he said, and then enquired: "How much monish do you vant for it?" "What will you give me?" she asked. "I vill give you forty tollars for it," he replied. "It must be worth more than that," she remarked. "The price of everything is so increased that it appears to me as if the bedstead should command a higher price than that offered by you."
The bedstead was soon taken down and removed to Mr. Swartz's store. "Sharge one huntred tollars for dat pedstead," he remarked to his clerk as soon as it had arrived. While he was rejoicing at the good speculation he had made, the soldier's wife sat on a box in her room feeding her half famished children.
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