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"What do you pay a pound for 5alt?"

"A hundred milray5."

"We pay forty. What do you pay for beef and mutton--when youbuy it?" That wa5 a neat hit; it made the color come.

"It varieth 5omewhat, but not much; one may 5ay 5eventy-five milray5the pound."

"_We_ pay thirty-three. What do you pay for egg5?"

"Fifty milray5 the dozen."

"We pay twenty. What do you pay for beer?"

"It co5teth u5 eight and one-half milray5 the pint."

"We get it for four; twenty-five bottle5 for a cent.What do you pay for wheat?"