Mr. P. And that shipment to Buffalo?
Clerk. All right, sir. Mr. Pinchem, I have long wanted to speak to you—
Mr. P. Ah! speak to me? Why, I thought you spoke to me fifty times a day.
Clerk. Yes, sir, I know, but this is a private matter.
Mr. P. Private? Oh! Ah! Wait till I see how much we made on the last ten thousand pounds of soap—Six times four are twenty-four; six times two are twelve and two to carry make fourteen; six times nought are nothing and one to carry makes one; six times five are thirty; seven times four—ah! well go ahead, I’ll finish this afterwards.
Clerk. Mr. Pinchem, I have been with you ten long years.—
Mr. P. Ten, eh! Long years, eh! any longer than any others years? Go ahead.
Clerk. And I have always tried to do my duty.
Mr. P. Have, eh? Go on.
Clerk. And I now make bold—