N. Hump, dat was pitty cheap, but, I spec’ it was all that he was worth.
THE POOR LITTLE RICH BOY.
(Dialogue for two boys.)
Harry. (Enters room, tossing his hat on table where Roy sits studying.) “I tell you, Roy, I’m sorry for Harold Belmont!”
Roy. “Sorry for Harold Belmont! Why, I’d like to know? His father is the richest man in town. You know father has been working for him ever since we were born.”
Harry. “Yes, I know; but Harold don’t have half the nice times we do.”
Roy. “Well, I like that. Don’t he wear nicer clothes every day than we ever had for Sunday?”
Harry. “Yes, but they’re so nice his mother won’t let him roll on the grass, or go wading in the pond, or anything.”
Roy. “Well, did you ever notice what nice lemon pie and frosted cake he has in his lunch basket?”