"Rag currency is the matter."
"What's that?"
"I'll explain. You paid for that kettle of milk ten cents. You paid in rag currency. Did you ever see a silver dime?"
"No, Billy; but my big brother has seen one."
"Well, that is specie. Now, what we want is specie payment."
"How do you know?"
"My father says so."
Carlo the dog listens attentively, and seems to be absorbed in a profound reflection upon the currency question.
