"Nothin'," said Ben. "The police is in league with 'em, and get their share of the money."
"Why, you don't say so! What a wicked place New York is, to be sure!"
"Of course it is. It's so wicked I'm goin' to the country myself as soon as I get money enough to buy a farm."
"Have you got much money saved up?" asked the old lady, interested.
"Four thousand six hundred and seventy-seven dollars and fifty-five cents. I don't count this money you give me, 'cause I'm goin' to spend it."
"You didn't make it all carryin' carpet-bags," said the old lady, incredulously.
"No, I made most of it spekilatin' in real estate," said Ben.
"You don't say!"
"Yes, I do."
"You've got most enough to buy a farm a'ready."