Dobbs makes "a Pint."
Dobbs walked into a Dry Goodery, on Court street, and began to look around. A double jinted clerk immediately appeared to Dobbs.
"What can I do for you, sir?" says he.
"A good deal," says Dobbs, "but I bet you won't."
"I'll bet I will," says the knight of the yard-stick, "if I can."
"What'll you bet of that?" says the imperturbable Dobbs.
"I'll bet a fourpence!" says the clerk, with a cute nod.
"I'll go it," says Dobbs. "Now, trust me for a couple of dollars' wuth of yur stuffs!"
"Lost, by Ned!" says yard-stick. "Well, there's the fourpence."
"Thank you; call again when I want to trade!" says Dobbs.