"It's horrid, though, to go among coffins, and your father does keep the dead bodies there sometimes."
"Of course he does. I've seen half a dozen at a time waiting to be boxed up, but they can't hurt you. They're harmless enough; it's nothing when you're used to it."
"Anyway," said Tommy, "it's better than going home to be licked."
"I'll bet yer," replied Charley.
While sucking their candy and talking they were approached by another boy.
"Hello, Charley!" exclaimed the newcomer; "was that you snowballing Nigger John?"
"I never give myself away, Swanny Marsh," replied Charley.
"He's awful mad. I wanted to sell him two pigeons for candy and he wouldn't deal."
"I'll trade with you."
"What'll you give?"