"All right, sir."
So Sam went down into the street. The first passer-by was a boy of twelve.
"Give me one of them papers," he said.
Rather to his surprise Sam did not immediately comply. He first asked a question.
"Have you got a dollar?"
"A dollar! You don't want a dollar for that paper, do you?"
"No; but I aint goin to waste it on you unless you've got a dollar."
"What do I want of a dollar?" asked the boy, surprised.
"To pay for havin' your corn cured."
The boy burst into a laugh.