"Yes."
"Well, I might agree to that on one condition."
"What is that?"
"That you would black mine."
"What do you mean?" demanded Sam, his face flushing angrily.
"Just what I say."
"Do you mean to insult me?"
"Not a bit; any more than you mean to insult me,"
"Do you dare to propose that I, a gentleman, should black your low-lived shoes?" exclaimed Sam furiously.
"I think you're rather hard on my shoes," said Ben, laughing. "I'll come for four dollars a month, if you'll do that."