“I didn’t promise you a dollar, Tip. It was only fifty cents.”
“It’s worth a dollar,” said the boy, screwing up his face. “I had awful hard work getting him here. Told him my mudder would beat me if he didn’t come along and get me off.”
“You’re a smart one, Tip—take after your uncle.”
“Den it’s worth a dollar.”
“Here, I’ll give you seventy-five cents; that is, I’ll see first if he’s there,” added Standish cautiously.
“You don’t think I’d lie, do you, Uncle Sam?” said Tip with an injured look.
“It wouldn’t be the first time, I’m afraid.”
“I take after my uncle,” said Tip, twisting his elf-like features into a grin.
“You’ve got me there, Tip. You are a smart one. Where is he?”
“Up-stairs, in de room.”