Captain Elisha regarded them
curiously.
"This ain't a holiday, is it?" he asked, after a while.
"No. Why?"
"I was just wonderin' if all those fellers hadn't any work to do, that's
all."
"Who? That crowd?" The lawyer laughed. "Oh, they're doing their regular
stunt. You'll find most of them here every afternoon about this time."
"You don't say. Pay 'em wages for it, do you?"
"Not that I know of. Some of them are brokers, who come up after the
Exchange closes. Others are business men, active or retired. Some don't
have any business--except what they're doing now."
"I want to know! Humph! They remind me of the gang in the billiard
room back home. The billiard-roomers--the chronic ones--don't have any
business, either, except to keep the dust from collectin' on the
chairs. That and talkin' about hard times. These chaps don't seem to be
sufferin' from hard times, much."
"No. Most of the younger set have rich fathers or have inherited money."
"I see. They let the old man do the worryin'. That's philosophy, anyhow.
What are they so interested in outside? Parade goin' by?"
"No. I imagine an unusually pretty girl passed just then."
"Is that so? Well, well! Say, Mr. Sylvester, the longer I stay in
New York the more I see that the main difference between it and South
Denboro is size.
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