Why can't th' ol' nabob write a letter, like common folks, an' give his extry cash to the poor ?" "Meanin' you, Peggy ?" asked Nib Corkins, with a chuckle.
"He might do wuss ner that," retorted Peggy.

"Lor' knows I'm poor enough.

You don't ketch _me_ a-talkin' to New York at a dollar a throw, Nib, do ye ?" Meantime Mr.Merrick had succeeded in getting Mr.Marvin, of the banking house of Isham, Marvin & Co., on the wire.
"Do me a favor, Marvin," he said.

"Hunt up the best supply house and have them send me a complete outfit to print a daily newspaper.
Everything must be modern, you know, and don't let them leave out anything that might come handy.

Then go to Corrigan, the superintendent of the railroad, and have him send the freight up here to Chazy Junction by a special engine, for I don't want a moment's delay and the regular freight takes a week or so.