Dick. Yes, there are only two left to sell.
Dot. Let me get close up behind you, the way Polly did. Now you must drum with your heels, and whistle like Jim. [Dick does so.]
Dick. Here comes somebody. Now I'm going to call. Here's your evening papers, last edition!
[Enter two men, stop and buy a paper.
First Man [looking back]. That's a queer-looking newsboy. Somehow he looks like a rich child.
Second Man [pulling him off]. I can't see but the little scamp is ragged enough. Some of these newsboys aren't so poverty-stricken as they make out, anyway. Come along. [Exeunt.]
Dick. I've seen that man somewhere.
Dot. I think he's been to see Papa. Wouldn't it be fun if Papa came along and bought a paper of you?
Dick. And didn't know me. What a circus! Wish he would.
Dot. There come Jim and Polly. Wave your paper at them.