“Don’t he put on style, though? I never dressed like him.”
“Thrue for you, Mike, nor I either.”
As Patsy was dressed in a ragged suit two or three sizes too large for him, and Mike’s suit was correspondingly small and equally shabby, the speakers were unquestionably right.
“Do you know his name, Mike?”
“I’ve heern him called Ben. I don’t know de udder name.”
“Any way, it’s a mane thing to take the bread out of the mouths of poor boys like you an’ me.”
“So it is, Patsy. Do you know him?”
“I went up to him last evenin’, and asked him for the loan of a cigarette, and what do you think he said?”
“What was it?”
“He said he never smoked cigarettes.”