"Well, then, pay it yourself, Mr. Dibble, if you are not satisfied with my way of doing it. Perhaps that would be the best way, after all."
"Mr. Moore, have done with joking. This bill--"
"Hang it, Dibble, you make more noise with your beak than you do with your bill," exclaimed Moore, trying indignation for a change. "You 'll have me out of my mind, if you don't look out."
"Well, that's evidently where our bill has been."
"Out of mind, Mr. Dibble?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then if it has no mind it is unreasonable, and I never pay unreasonable bills. Buster, the door for Mr. Dibble."
"I am not going yet, and my name is Dabble, not Dibble."
Moore waved Buster back as that pugnacious youth was about to lay violent hands on the clerk.
"Your father is responsible for your name. He is much to blame, Dibble. If I were you, I 'd sue the old man for damages."