"They are certainly very cheap," said mamma, tentatively.
"They is, for true, my mistress," said Chloe, with solemnity, "and more
handsomer than Mrs. Whitney's that she gin six dollars for at
Charleston."
"Chloe," said mamma, "were not those pantaloons you were shaking to-day
quite shrunk and worn out?"
"Yes, ma'am," said she; "and they don't fit nohow. The last time the
colonel wore them he seemed quite _on-restless_."
"Just step up," said her mistress, "and bring them down; but stay--what
did you say was the price of these candlesticks, sir?"
"Tish only von dollars; but tish more cheaper for te old closhes. If te
lady will get te old closhes, I will put in te pellows and te prush, and
it ish more sheaper, too."
Chloe and mamma looked at each other, and raised their eyebrows.
"I will just step up and see those pantaloons," said mamma, in a
consulting tone. "It will be a mercy to the colonel to clear out some of
that rubbish. I am confident he can never wear the pantaloons again;
they are rubbed in the knees, and require seating, and he never _will_
wear seated pantaloons. These things are unusually cheap, and the
colonel told me lately we were in want of a few little matters of this
sort.
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