The Spotty-faced Man (undoing the packet). There's nothink inside o' mine—it's a reg'lar do!
[Roars of laughter.
The Y. M. Quite right—there was nothink inside o' thet partickler packet. I put it there a-purpose, as a test. But I don't want nobody to go away dissatisfied with my manner o' doin' business, and, though I ain't promised yer nothing, I'll show yer I'm better than my word, and them as trusts me'll find no reason to repent of 'aving done so. 'Ere's your original penny back, Sir, and one, two, three more atop of that—wait, I ain't done with yer yet—'ere's sixpence more, because I've took a fancy to yer face—and now I 'ope you're satisfied!
The Sp.-F. M. (in an explanatory undertone to his neighbours). I knew it's on'y them as comes last thet gits left, d'yer see!
[Several bystanders hasten to purchase.
Old Billy Fairplay (in an injured tone). There ain't on'y a three-penny-bit in mine!
The Y. M. 'Ark at 'im—there's a discontented ole josser for yer! I carn't put 'arf a sov'rin' in all o' the packets, not and make my expenses. P'raps you'll 'ave better luck next time.
[The packets are in more demand than ever.
The Agr. L. May I open this 'ere packet now, Master?
The Y. M. If you don't tell nobody what's in it, you may. I've sold as many as I keer to a' ready.