Dobbs Makes "A Pint"
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Dobbs walked into a Dry Goodery, on Court street, and began to look around. A double jinted clerk immediately appeared to Dobbs.
“What can I do for you, sir?” says he.
“A good deal,” says Dobbs, “but I bet you won’t.”
“I’ll bet I will,” says the knight of the yard-stick, “if I can.”
“What’ll you bet of that?” says the imperturbable Dobbs.
“I’ll bet a fourpence!” says the clerk, with a cute nod.
“I’ll go it,” says Dobbs. “Now, trust me for a couple of dollars’ wuth of yur stuffs!”
” Lost, by Ned!” says yard-stick. “Well, there’s the fourpence.”
“Thank you; call again when I want to trade! ” says Dobbs.
“Do, if you please; wouldn’t like to lose your custom,” says the clerk, “no how.”
Polite young man that–as soon as his chin vegetates, provided his dickey don’t cut his throat, he’ll be arter the gals, Dobbs thinks!