O’Fi. When I gave my consint to yer engagement with me beautiful and beloved daughter—— Don’t cry, my child.
Mat. No, pa. (Takes an egg.)
O’Fi. Ye tould me ye were about to purchase a practice; and, like a simple old soldier, I believed ye.
Mat. Sure, and so he was. Didn’t ye introduce him to Ben Isaacs, and didn’t he lend him the money to do it?
Tom. Which your papa immediately exchanged for bills.
O’Fi. Which is another turr’m for money.
Tom. Another term for money?
Mat. Papa has always been accustomed to regard his I.O.U.’s as currency.
Tom. Why, who do you suppose would sell me a practice for a bundle of your I.O.U.’s?