From the stertorous noise which escaped his nostrils, it was quite evident that he was asleep, and an odor which filled the room left the visitor in no doubt as to the nature of the opiate which had induced Larry's mid-day nap.
"You seem to be takin' business very easy, Mr.Highgetty," said Sam, with an apologetic air, as he closed the door behind him, and Larry awoke.

"Pay must be gettin' better ?" "Better ?" said Larry, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't want it to be any better than it is now.

Besides, people's comin' in all the time faster than I can tend to 'em; ev'rybody wants his work done first an' is willin' to pay extra price to get it.

Better, is it?
Well, yes; I should say that no such luck had struck shoemakers in this town in a long while." "You haven't half finished what you're on now, Larry," said Sam, taking the shoe from the cobbler's hand and looking at it.
"That isn't all of it," said the cobbler, with a maudlin wink at his visitor.