"Yes, sir."
"To me; Jean Poquelin; I hown 'im meself."
"Well, sir?"
"He don't billong to you; I get him from me father."
"That is perfectly true, Mr. Poquelin, as far as I am aware."
"You want to make strit pass yond'?"
"I do not know, sir; it is quite probable; but the city will indemnify you for any loss you may suffer—you will get paid, you understand."
"Strit can't pass dare."
"You will have to see the municipal authorities about that, Mr.
Poquelin."
A bitter smile came upon the old man's face: