Bennett—Will you take my watch?
Anderson—I have taken that twenty times, and, as I am not a pawnbroker, I am sick of taking your watch as security for the results of my honest labor.
Bennett—Do take it once more.
Anderson—I told you, when you last redeemed it, that I should not take it again.
Bennett (crying)—Do take it once more, Mr. Anderson.
Anderson—No, sir. Here, Rufus, put these Heralds in a box, and nail it, and take the box to my house.
John—Do take his watch once more, kind sir. Mr. Bennett has just employed me, and I’m not afraid to trust him. Besides, just look at his tears. See how big they are, and how fast they flow and roll down his manly cheeks. Do, sir, O do let him have the papers, and spare his tears, and heal his broken heart.
Anderson (looking over his spectacles)—Who the devil are you?
John—I am Johnny Kelly.