"What are you going to do with the papers?"
"Take some of them to the city with me."
"Are they yours?"
"Yes."
"Say, don't you think it would be a good plan for me to go to the city and git a job at ten dollars a week?" went on Fred, sitting down on the top garret step.
"Yes, if you could get the ten-dollar job."
"Why can't I git it? You got it."
"I was lucky, that's all, Fred. Before I got it I might have starved to death."
"Huh! Couldn't you git me a job with your boss?"
"I don't think so."