He was a typical gamin, so diminutive in stature that I had to stoop to interrogate him, which I did in this way:
"Where do you get your papers, my little man?"
"Oh, I buy 'em in the Times alley."
"What do you pay for them?"
"Fi' cents."
"What do you sell them for?"
"Fi' cents."
"You don't make anything at that?"
"Nope."
"Then what do you sell them for?"