Old Lady (counts her fingers). Let me see. There’s Sarah Emeline and Polly and Jemima and John Alexander and Hiram,—five. I’ll take five cents’ worth, mixed. (Takes out from her bag five old-fashioned cents.)
Clerk. Yes’m. (Attempting to wrap them in paper, Old Lady watching him.) ’Twill come to just five cents.
Old Lady (opening bag). Drop them right in here. (Clerk drops them in.)
[Exit Old Lady.
(Enter Mr. Jones with tall hat, overcoat or dress-coat, cane, stand-up dicky, &c.)
Clerk. Good-morning, sir. Wish to trade to-day?
Mr. Jones. I wish to buy some toys for my children.
Clerk. How old are your children?
Mr. Jones. All ages.
Clerk. Would you like a whip, sir? (Shows one, snapping it.)