ehave themselves better than they do here."

"Eh, greeny?"

"Eh, sappy?" repeated Bobby, mimicking the soft, silky tones of the
young city gentleman.

"What do you mean by sappy?" asked the clerk indignantly.

"What do you mean by greeny?"

"I'll let you know what I mean!"

"When you do, I'll let you know what I mean by sappy."

"Good!" exclaimed one of the salesmen, who had heard part of this
spirited conversation. "You will learn better by and by, Timmins,
than to impose upon boys from out of town."

"You seem to be a gentleman, sir," said Bobby, approaching the
salesman. "I wish to see Mr. Bayard."

"You can't see him!" growled Timmins.

"Can't I?"

"Not at this minute; he is engaged just now," added the salesman, who
seemed to have a profound respect for Bobby's discrimination. "He
will be at liberty in a few moments."

"I will wait, then," said Bobby, seating himself on a stool by the
counter.

Pretty soon the civil gentleman left the store to go to dinner, and
Timmins, a little timid about provoking the young lion, cast an
occasional glance of hatred at him. He had evidently found that
"Country" was an embryo American citizen, and that he was a firm
believer in the self-evident truths of the Declaration of
Independence.

Bobby bore no ill will towards the spruce clerk, ready as he had been
to defend his "certain inalienable rights."

"You do a big business here," suggested Bobby, in a conciliatory tone,
and with a smile on his face which ought to have convinced the
uncourteous clerk that he meant well.

"Who told you so?" replied Timmins, gruffly.

"I merely judged from appearances. You have a big store, and an
immense quantity of books."

"Appearances are deceitful," replied Timmins; and perhaps he had been
impressed by the fact from his experience with the lad from the
country.

"That is true," added Bobby, with a good-natured smile, which, when
interpreted, might have meant, "I took you for a civil fellow, but I
have been very much mistaken."

"You will find it out before you are many days older."

"The book business is good just now, isn't it?" continued Bobby,
without clearly comprehending the meaning of the other's last remark.

"Humph! What's that to you?"

"O, I intend to go into it myself."

"Ha, ha, ha! Good! You do?"

"I do," replied Bobby, seemingly unconcerned at the taunts of the
clerk.

"I suppose you want to get a place here," sneered Timmins, alarmed at
the pr