Influenced by this representation, the bootblack drew out a five-cent piece, and said:
“Pitch one over then. I guess I can stand it.” An envelope was at once handed him.
“Open it, Johnny,” said a newsboy at his side. Twenty curious eyes were fixed upon him as he opened the package. He drew out rather a scanty supply of candy, and then turning to Paul, with a look of indignation, said:
“Where's the prize? I don't see no prize. Give me back my five cents.”
“Give it to me. I'll show you,” said the young merchant.
He thrust in his finger, and drew out a square bit of paper, on which was written—One Cent.
“There's your prize,” he added, drawing a penny from his pocket.
“It ain't much of a prize,” said the buyer. “Where's your ten cents?”
“I didn't say I put ten cents into every package,” answered Paul.
“I'd burst up pretty quick if I did that. Who'll have another package? Only five cents!”