"Just as you like."
Dan approached the proprietor of the establishment.
"Mr. Gripp," said he, "I've just brought in half a dozen vests, but your clerk here won't pay me for them."
"You will get your pay, young man, when you bring in another half dozen."
"But, Mr. Gripp, we need the money. We haven't got a big bank account. Our rent is due to-morrow."
"Is it, indeed? I don't see how that concerns me."
"Will you pay me to-night as a favor?" pleaded Dan, humbling himself for his mother's sake.
"I can't break over my rule," said Nathan Gripp. "Besides, Samuel says the work isn't very well done."
"Then he lies!" exclaimed Dan, provoked.
"Do you hear that, Mr. Gripp?" ejaculated the angry Samuel, his tallowy complexion putting on a faint flush. "Didn't I tell you he was impudent?"