Roused by which laugh, the other turns, laughs too—
The youth, the good strong fellow, rough perhaps.
"Well, what 's the damage—three, or four, or five?
How many figures in a row? Hand here!
Come now, there's one expense all yours not mine—
Scribbling the people's Album over, leaf
The first and foremost too! You think, perhaps,
They 'll only charge you for a brand-new book
Nor estimate the literary loss?
Wait till the small account comes! 'To one night's