"A fair day's business.

A _very_ fair day's business," said Leonard Jasper, as he closed a small account-book, over which he had been poring, pencil in hand, for some ten minutes.

The tone in which he spoke expressed more than ordinary gratification.
"To what do the sales amount ?" asked a young man, clerk to the dealer, approaching his principal as he spoke.
"To just two hundred dollars, Edward.

It's the best day we've had for a month." "The best, in more than one sense," remarked the young man, with a meaning expression.
"You're right there, too," said Jasper, with animation, rubbing his hands together as he spoke, in the manner of one who is particularly well pleased with himself.

"I made two or three trades that told largely on the sunny side of profit and loss account." "True enough.