"Can't I help you?" he asked Jimmy, during a lull in the stream of pedestrians.
"How d'ye mean?"
"Why, sell papers. Can't I take some and go up and down the street? I think I could sell some."
"Sure ye might," replied Jimmy, glad of the offer. "Here, take a bunch. But ye got t' holler loud, or de men won't notice ye. Shout out dat dere's a big fire or some terrible accident."
"Is there? I didn't see anything in the papers about it."
"Course dere ain't, but de men won't know till after dey has paid fer de paper."
"But that's saying what isn't so."
"Aw, what's de odds? We all does it, an' de men knows we does it, so dey ain't fooled."
"I don't like to do that," objected Dick. "I think a better way would be to look over the papers, see what the principal articles are about, and call them out."
"Aw, dat way wouldn't be no good. What de public wants is t' read about a big fire or a murder or a suicide. Dat's what I allers yells out. Anyhow, I can't tell what's in de papes."