Bobby had not the least desire to "swell;" so he settled the matter by bargaining with a little ragged fellow to help him carry the trunk to Mr.Bayard's store for fourpence.
"How do you do, Mr.Timmins ?" said Bobby to the spruce clerk, as he deposited the trunk upon the floor, and handed the ragged boy the fourpence.
"Ah, Bobby!" exclaimed Mr.Timmins.

"Have you sold out ?" "All clean.

Is Mr.Bayard in ?" "In the office.

But how do you like it ?" "First rate." "Well, every one to his taste; but I don't see how any one who has any regard for his dignity can stick himself into everybody's house.

I couldn't do it, I know." "I don't stand for the dignity." "Ah, well, there is a difference in folks." "That's a fact," replied Bobby, as he hurried to the office of Mr.Bayard, leaving Mr.Timmins to sun himself in his own dignity.
The bookseller was surprised to see him so soon, but he gave him a cordial reception.
"I didn't expect you yet," said he.