"Don't you know that it's wrong to pitch pennies?" he said gravely.
"None of your chaff, mister," retorted one of the street boys,
irreverently. "When did you come from the country, old Goggles?"
"My son, you should address me with more respect."
"Just get out of the way, mister! I don't want to hear no preachin'."
"I am afraid you have been badly brought up, my son."
"I ain't your son, and I wouldn't be for a shillin'. Just you go along,
and let me alone!"
"A sad case of depravity, my dear," remarked Mr. Barnes to his wife. "I
fear we must leave these boys to their evil ways."
"You'd better," said one of the boys.
"They're smart little rascals!" said Mr. Montgomery, when they were out
of hearing of the boys. "I took them in, though. They thought I was the
genuine article."
"We'd better not waste any more time," said his wife. "That boy might
get out, you know, and give us trouble."
"I don't believe he will get out in a hurry. I locked the door and he'd
have to pound some time before he could make any one hear, I declare, I
should like to see how he looked when he recovered from his stupor, and
realized that his ring was gone."
"What sort of boy was he, Tony?"
"Better not call me by that name, my dear. It might be heard, you know,
and might not be considered in character. As to your question, he was by
no means a stupid boy.
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