"How are you, Ben?" asked Jerry. "What are you up to now?"
"I'm a baggage-smasher," answered Ben, who was beginning to adopt the language of the streets.
"How does it pay?"
"Well," said Ben, "sometimes it pays first rate, when I'm lucky. Other days I don't get much to do. I didn't make but fifteen cents this morning. I carried a bag up to Lovejoy's, and that's all the man would pay me."
"I've made fifty cents this mornin'. Look here, Johnny."
The Johnny addressed was a boy who sold cigars, four for ten cents.
"I'll take two," said Jerry, producing five cents.
"Six cents for two," said the cigar boy.
"All right, I'll owe you the other cent," said Jerry, coolly.
"Do you smoke?" inquired Ben.