Dick: I want you to understand that I am very well off.
Tom: Yes; you’re away off. (Taps forehead.)
Dick: That’ll do you!
Tom: But I knew the time when a bean sandwich looked like a week’s board to you.
Dick: Well, you needn’t tell everybody here about it—that’s my misfortune.
Tom: I won’t say a word. But if you don’t behave I’ll tell everybody here that I loaned you a shirt, till you get yours from the laundry—
Dick: Say, please keep—
Tom: O, I won’t breathe it, don’t worry; and I won’t say a word about you wearing my collar and tie, either—
Dick (angrily): See here—
Tom: O, shavings! Don’t get angry!