Mr. Jones. They’d hack my fruit-trees.
Clerk. A hammer?
Mr. Jones. Nails would be driven in everywhere.
Clerk. Buy a doll for your little girl. (Shows doll.)
Mr. Jones. She has a houseful now.
Clerk. A silver thimble?
Mr. Jones. A pewter one does as well to lose.
Clerk. You are a hard customer, sir.
Mr. Jones. Not at all. Your wares don’t suit me.
Clerk. We expect a new lot of toys in soon.