"Another specimen of selfishness," said Judy. "They're all alike as two pears—only some of 'em are green, and the others a different colour."
"That's your business," said Norton summing up; "now what's the good of it, Dick?"
"Fun. What's the good of anything?"
"To be sure," said the Judge. "Julie Simpson?"
But Julie wriggled and simpered, and could not be got to express herself otherwise. The sayings of several next corning were only echoes of some one or other of those who had spoken. Norton grew impatient.
"That'll do," he said; "now for the Recorder. It's time the Judge finished up. The best part of the play comes after."
"What's that?" said somebody; "what comes after? I thought this was the whole."
"You wouldn't catch me playing 'Capital and Interest' very often, if it was," said Norton. "No; the best business man, or the one who has the best business, is to appoint forfeits to all the rest; and if he knows how to do it, I tell you! that's fun."
"But how are we to decide who has the best business?"
"Can't! The Judge does that. Go ahead, David. What's your business?"