Bennett—I want my papers.
Ward—You can’t (hic) have them without the money, (hoc.)
Bennett—Please let me have them.
Ward—Where’s your (hic) watch?
Bennett—I let Mr. Anderson have it yesterday.
Ward—Don’t you (hic-a-che-a-che-Horatio-darn it, how I sneeze) sell any Heralds now-a-days? a-che-a-che-a-che-Horatio—O, Jerusalem! will I never stop sneezing?
Bennett—It stormed yesterday, and I did not sell many, but it is pleasant this morning, and I think I shall sell a large number.
Ward—Well, I’ll not be (hic, hic, hic,) too hard with you, old fellow. There, take your papers, and try hard (hic) to sell (hic) them to-day, and (hic-a-che) bring a whole lot of money to (hic) morrow.
Bennett—I will, Mr. Ward, and I’ll always remember you with gratitude for your generosity to-day. Good day, sir.
Ward—Farewell, old boy. And just shut the door alter you. I have been (hic) on a spree all night, (hec,) and I don’t want anybody else to come in and bother (hic) me, until I finish my nap.