“Customers like you,” answered Paul.
Jim laughed.
“You didn't catch me that time you lost your basket,” he said.
“That was a mean trick,” said Paul, indignantly.
“You don't want to hire me to sell for you, do you?”
“That's where you're right. I don't.”
“I'd like to go into the business.”
“You'd better open a second-hand clothing store,” suggested Paul, glancing at his companion's ragged attire.
“Maybe I will,” said Jim with a grin, “if you'll buy of me.”
“I don't like the style,” said Paul. “Who's your tailor?”