“Yes,” answered Phil.
“Sorry you won't give me a job,” said the bootblack. “My taxes comes due to-day, and I ain't got enough to pay 'em.”
Phil was amused, for his new acquaintance scarcely looked like a heavy taxpayer.
“Do you pay a big tax?” he asked.
“A thousand dollars or less,” answered the knight of the brush.
“I guess it's less,” said Phil.
“That's where your head's level, young chap.”
“Is the post-office far from here?”
“Over half a mile, I reckon.”
“Is it on this street?”