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Hullo, Alice! Hullo, Leon! Say, Alice, gi me a couple O them two for five cigars, Will yer? Wheres your nickel? My! Aint you close! Cant trust a feller, can yer. Trust you! Why What you owe this store Would set you up in business. I cant think why Father lows it. Yer Fathers a sight more neighbourly Than you be. Thats a fact. Besides, he knows I got a vote. A vote! Oh, yes, you got a vote! A lot o good the Senatell be to Father When all his bank account Has run away in credits. Theres your cigars, If you can relish smokin With all you owe us standin I dunno as that makes em taste any diffrent. You aint fair to me, Alice, deed you aint. I work when anythins doin. Ill get a carpenterin job next Summer sure. Cleve was tellin me to-day hed take me on come Spring. Come Spring, and this December! Ive no patience with you, Leon, Shilly-shallyin the way you do. Here, lift over them crates o oranges | 
