All we got to do is to go out, and pull a few palings off the fence," urged the judge.
"It will do all right just like it is," said Hannibal.
"Very good, then!" cried the judge gaily, and he began to assemble the dainties he had enumerated.

"Here you are!" he cleared his throat impressively, while benignity shone from every feature of his face.

"A moment since you allowed me to think that you were solvent to the extent of fifty cents--" Hannibal looked puzzled.

The judge dealt him a friendly blow on the back, then stood off and regarded him with a glance of great jocularity, his plump knuckles on his hips and his arms akimbo.
"I wonder"-- and his eyes assumed a speculative squint "I wonder if you could be induced to make a temporary loan of that fifty cents?
The sum involved is really such a ridiculous trifle I don't need to point out to you the absolute moral certainty of my returning it at an early date--say to-morrow morning; say to-morrow afternoon at the latest; say even the day after at the very outside.

Meantime, you shall be my guest.