"You're yer father without any moss on you," he remarked, as he took his leave, promising to return on the morrow. Upon the threshold he asked, "Doin' anything particular this evening?"
"Yes," said Quinney.
Tomlin went out, but returned immediately.
"You ought to have a sign."
"I mean to."
"Thought of that already?"
"Thousands and thousands o' times. It'll be a hangin' sign of wrought-iron; the best; painted black, with 'Quinney's' in gold. It'll cost twenty pounds."
"That's going it."
"I mean to go it."
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