And he spoke in a frank, pleasant manner.
"Then you've come to the wrong shop; that's all I have to say," was the blunt answer.
"Don't say that, Mr.Jones.Hear my story, first." "I do say it, and I'm in earnest," returned Jones.

"I feel as poor as Job's turkey, to-day." "I only want a dollar to help a poor widow pay her rent," said Lyon.
"Oh, hang all the poor widows! If that's your game, you'll get nothing here.

I've got my hands full to pay my own rent.

A nice time I'd have in handing out a dollar to every poor widow in town to help pay her rent! No, no, my friend, you can't get anything here." "Just as you feel about it," said Andrew Lyon.

"There's no compulsion in the matter." "No, I presume not," was rather coldly replied.
Lyon returned to his shop, still more disheartened than before.