"For legal advice."
"What do you charge?"
"Ten dollars."
And consequently as old Si had to settle with both he rather overreached himself in the transaction.
Some of you people doubtless find benefit in visiting the country, but I imagine Snellbaker, who has a gents' furnishing-goods emporium on the corner of a Brooklyn Street, rather carries off the prize in a profitable trip.
I met him the other day, well sunburned, and with a twinkle in his eye.
"I say, Mr. Niblo, did you hear about my luck?" he asked, slapping me on the shoulder.
"Why, no, what's happened now?" I replied, wondering if he had drawn the grand prize in a lottery, or if his children had the measles.