For a half minute he shook in his chair, then got up, wiped his twisted nose with his handkerchief, and came over to his half resentful charge.
"Well, Hiram," he said with a chuckle, "how much did they set us back?"
"Set us back?"
"I mean, how poor are we now?"
"How poor are we?"
"Sure—Tweet, Hooker & Co. pays the bills."
"I guess I c'n do what I want to with my own money, can't I?"
"Sure—sure! Don't get your shirt off. I don't mean to insinuate that you're not capable o' judiciously handlin' the firm's money. I just want you to read me the balance sheet."
"Well, then, I spent thirty-eight dollars, and I've got twenty-nine dollars left."
"Stand up."