Dupewell.—And the biggest kind of a one right under your nose. (Points cane at Tommy’s mouth.)
Tommy.—I can’t see it.
Dupewell.—Well, I’ll explain. How many balloons have you sold to-day?
Tommy.—Not one; haven’t broke a string.
Dupewell.—Good! People are beginning to throng the street. Now listen; if you will strictly obey all my instructions, I will to-night give you more cash, and a squarer meal than your pockets ever held or your palate ever tasted.
Tommy.—That’s what I dreamed last night; I seed a great big—
Dupewell.—Never mind your dream. What do you want for your balloons, all of them?
Tommy.—Fifty cents.
Dupewell.—If I purchase them, will you enter my employ at once, and promise to obey me, unquestioned, in all things?
Tommy.—When do you eat breakfast?