“Will you give me pennies?” asked Phil doubtfully, for he did not care, with such a severe taskmaster, to work for nothing.
“Yes, we’ll give you pennies.”
Upon this, Phil struck up a tune.
“Where’s your monkey?” asked one of the boys.
“I have no monkey.”
“If you want a monkey, here’s one for you,” said Tim Rafferty, putting his hand on his companion’s shoulder.
“He’s too big,” said Phil, laughing.
“Hould yer gab, Tim Rafferty,” said the other. “It’s you that’ll make a better monkey nor I. Say, Johnny, do you pay your monkeys well?”
“Give me my pennies,” said Phil, with an eye to business.
“Play another tune, then.”