Ben said, yes.
Why Philadelphia must be a tarnal nation way off!
Four hundred miles, said Ben.
At this they stared on him in silent wonder, for having been four hundred miles from Boston!
And so they have got a printing-office in Philadelphia!
Two or three of them, said Ben.
O la! why that will starve us all here in Boston.
Not at all, said Ben: their advertising "lost pocket books"—"runaway servants" and "stray cows" in Philadelphia, can no more starve you here in Boston, than the catfish of Delaware, by picking up a few soft-crabs there, can starve our catfish here in Boston harbour. The world's big enough for us all.
Well, I wonder now if they have any such thing as money in Philadelphia?
Ben thrust his hand into his pocket, and brought up a whole fist full of dollars!