John—When do you want me to come?
Bennett—You may stay now, and, after sweeping out the office, and folding that pile of papers in the corner, which I could not sell yesterday, you can accompany me to my Printers, Anderson & Ward, in Ann street, for the Herald papers of to-day. (John sprinkles and sweeps out, and folds the papers in half an hour, and he and Bennett start for Ann street.)
Bennett (at his printer’s in Ann street)—Mr. Anderson, are my papers ready?
Anderson—Yes, but you can’t have them until you pay me for them.
Bennett—I have not got enough.
Anderson—Then you can’t have them.
Bennett—But the newsboys are outside, waiting for them.
Anderson—I can’t help that.
Bennett—But, my dear sir, do let me have them.
Anderson—I shan’t do it.