McS. Why, a friend of mine wants to put you in an envelope; he wants to send a valentine to a shoemaker.
Cros. Say, when you go home you want to eat all the salt you can get; you are the freshest rooster I ever saw.
McS. Well, if you don’t like that job, put molasses on your whiskers, and hire yourself out for fly paper.
Cros. Will you be doing anything to-morrow?
McS. No, I guess not. Why?
Cros. Well, I would like to have you come with me to a photograph gallery; I want your picture.
McS. What do you want with my picture?
Cros. I want to give it to the police. I lost my monkey.
McS. Well, if I thought there was a reward for you I would bring you home again.
Cros. Did you hear the news?