"Can't afford it. Maybe I will, though, if you'll trade."
"As how?"
"Shine my shoes, and I'll give you a 'Sun.'"
"That aint but two cents," said Ben, dubiously.
"I know that; but you oughtn't to charge me more than the wholesale price."
"Anything in the 'Sun' this mornin'?"
"Full account of a great murder out in Buffalo," said the newsboy, in his professional tone.
"Well, I don't know but I'll do it," said Ben. "Only if a gent comes along what wants a shine, you must let me off long enough to do the job. I'll finish yours afterwards."
"All right."
Ben got out his brush, and, getting on his knees, began operations.