"Gimme my money back!" demanded the old man.
"Ah, what do you want, the apple and the money and the change too?"
The old man snapped the penny down on the glass top of the candy case. "Gimme my nickel," he said like a bird with one note.
The vendor passionately snatched up the penny and cast it at his feet. "Go to Hell with your penny!" he cried.
Someone put a foot on it and that likewise was seen no more.
"Gimme my nickel!" said the old man.
Suddenly a voice in the crowd was heard to say: "Gee! it's Simeon Deaves!"
"Simeon Deaves, of course!" thought Evan. That old face was continually in the newspapers.
Instantly the temper of the crowd changed. There was nobody who could read English that was not acquainted with this man's reputation. A chorus of imprecations was heard:
"Miser! Skinflint! Tight-wad! Robber!"