"Do you call that a shine?" said the boy, disdainfully. "You don't understand the business."
"Can you do better?"
"I'll shine 'em up so you can see your face in 'em."
"Go ahead, then."
The boy started in, and was as good as his word.
"How's that?" he asked.
"It's the best shine I ever had. What do you charge?"
"Generally I get five cents, but I've got a note to meet at the bank, and I'd like ten."
"All right; you shall have it. Now, can you tell me where to find the Park National Bank?"
"That's the bank my note's in. Take them cars, and they'll carry you there."