Ned. No; but, once in his possession, he would break it. Many whispers of his wild life in the city have been blown to our ears.
Sally. He’s a communion merchant—ain’t he?
Ned. A commission merchant, Sally.
Jarius. Jes’ so. I’ve heard of him. He’s got a shingle, a desk, and a chair. The shingle hangs at the door; he sits in the chair and watches his legs on the desk, through tobacco smoke; and that’s the extent of his business.
Sally. He wants to take Will Nutter off there, to learn the business.
Jarius. Jes’ so. And, with the edication he’s receiving here, he’ll make a capital assistant in the smoking department.
Sally. Land sakes! I can’t stop here spinning shop yarn. Good by. Nothing new—is there? I haven’t been out of the house for a week.
Jarius. Nothing special, Miss Peeslee. Harris has lost the suit and the cow.
Sally. I want to know!