Willie looked at her scornfully.
"Of course I've got your nickel! Do you suppose I eat 'em?"
Margery was very sure that that was exactly what he would like to do with both their nickels—transmuted, that is to say, into eatable commodities. But she didn't care to lose time on verbal quibbles. She came to the point at once:
"Will you please give me my nickel now? I want it."
Willie squirmed impatiently.
"How can I give you your old nickel before I get the dime changed? I don't see what you're in such a rush for! Besides, I'm in a hurry. I got to see a fella."
Margery held out her hand.
"Give me the dime and Effie will change it for us. It won't take two minutes."
"Effie nuthin'! What do you think I am? I tell you, you got to wait! I'm in a hurry."
"And I tell you, Willie Jones, I'm not going to wait any longer! I've been waiting ever since yesterday afternoon, and now I've got you I'm going to stay right with you until you pay me!"