what do you think I gave for all this lot

  Malka's eyes twinkled and she shook her head.   "Two pounds fifteen," said Leah, with the air of hitting it now.   Still Malka shook her head.   "Here, Michael, what do you think I gave for all this lot?"   "Diamonds!" said Michael.   "Be not a fool, Michael," said Malka sternly. "Look here a minute."   "Eh? Oh!" said Michael looking up from his cards. "Don't bother, mother. My game!"   "Michael!" thundered Malka. "Will you look at this fish? How much do you think I gave for this splendid lot? here, look at 'em, alive yet."   "H'm--Ha!" said Michael, taking his complex corkscrew combination out of his pocket and putting it back again. "Three guineas?"   "Three guineas!" laughed Malka, in good-humored scorn. "Lucky I don't let _you_ do my marketing."   "Yes, he'd be a nice fishy customer!" said Sam Levine with a guffaw.   "Ephraim, what think you I got this fish for? Cheap now, you know?"