“But, you see, Bob, believing in ’em and knowing how to do ’em is two different things. Now I believe in ’em just the same as what you do, but I can’t do ’em the same way.”
“Well, you ain’t so old, Tom.”
“I know I ain’t, but that don’t make no difference, for when you was no older than what I am, why you done things in a awful grand way.”
Bob here explained to Tom that the five dollar bill was a present to him from Richard Goldwin, the banker, and told him also about his own good luck.
“And he gave you all that money to buy these new clothes with! He is a bully old fellow, ain’t he, Bob?” said Tom Flannery, greatly astonished.
“I should say so,” responded Bob. “But I didn’t spend it all, though.”
“How much did you put up for ’em, Bob?”
“Fifteen dollars, that’s all.”
“They are swell, though, I tell you, Bob, and you look like kind of a masher,” said Tom, criticising them carefully.
“Well, I ain’t no masher, but I think myself they do look kinder slick.”