“I’ll get him to run his sled against it and knock it over,” said Mr. Richardson to himself.
Slowly the charcoal vender advanced.
Seeing the post and the group of people around it, he reined in his old horse and looked at the figure.
“See here,” said Mr. Richardson. “Just gee a little and run the nose of your sled agin it and knock it over, will ye? It’s a tarnal fiendish outrage to set up such a thing in front of a gentleman’s store.”
“Do you own the figger?”
“No.”
“Do you own the store?”
“No.”
“Anybody ax ye to get it knocked down?”
“No; but it’s an outrage which honest citizens ought to resent.”