"Have you got any corns, sir?" he asked, thrusting a paper into the hands of a portly gentleman with a merry face.
The gentleman laughed.
"Really, my boy," he said, "that is a very singular question."
"Is it?" said Sam. "I don't know why."
"Why do you ask?"
"Because Dr. Graham upstairs will cure you before you know it. It's only a dollar."
"You are sure you are not Dr. Graham, yourself?" said the stout man, regarding Sam with an amused expression.
"If I was, I'd wear better clothes," said Sam. "He makes lots of money, the doctor does."
"You'd better learn the business, my young friend."
"I guess I will, if he'll learn me," said Sam. "It'll pay better than standin' here, givin' away papers."