"Hullo, Alice!""Hullo, Leon!""Say, Alice, gi' me a coupleO' them two for five cigars,Will yer?""Where's your nickel?""My! Ain't you close!Can't trust a feller, can yer.""Trust you! WhyWhat you owe this storeWould set you up in business.I can't think why Father 'lows it.""Yer Father's a sight more neighbourlyThan you be. That's a fact.Besides, he knows I got a vote.""A vote! Oh, yes, you got a vote!A lot o' good the Senate'll be to FatherWhen all his bank accountHas run away in credits.There's your cigars,If you can relish1 smokin'With all you owe us standin'.""I dunno as that makes 'em taste any diff'rent.You ain't fair to me, Alice, 'deed you ain't.I work when anythin's doin'.I'll get a carpenterin' job next Summer sure.Cleve was tellin' me to-day he'd take me on come Spring.""Come Spring, and this December!I've no patience with you, Leon,Shilly-shallyin' the way you do.Here, lift over them crates2 o' orangesI wanter fix 'em in the winder.""It riles yer, don't it, me not havin' work.You pepper up about it somethin' good.You pick an' pick, and that don't help a mite4.Say, Alice, do come in out o' that winder.Th' oranges c'n wait,An' I don't like talkin' to yer back.""Don't you! Well, you'd better make the best o' w
