Mr.Hadley was stooping over a case of calicoes; Blackstone, Hadley, & Merrimack--no safer purchasers in the world.

The countenance of Boniface Newt beamed upon the customer as if he saw good notes at six months exuding from every part of his person.
"Good-morning, Mr.Hadley.Charming morning, Sir--beautiful day, Sir.
What's the word this morning, Sir ?" "Nothing, nothing," returned the customer.

"Pretty print that.

Just what I've been looking for" (renewed rubbing of hands on the part of Mr.
Newt)--"very pretty.

If it's the right width, it's just the thing.