_Butler_. Gow an with ye!

_Jack_. Won't you give me a chance?

_Butler_. Where's your shovel?

_Jack_. Why--I haven't a shovel.

_Butler_. Well, what d'ya mean to use? Your hands?

_Jack_. I thought you might lend me--

_Butler_. Lend you! And me standin' out in the snow to watch ye
return it, hey?

_Jack_ (_humbly_). I won't steal anything. I'm trying honestly to
earn the price of a shovel.

_Butler_. If ye didn't spend your money in drink, ye might have the
price.

_Jack_. I haven't had anything to drink--nor anything to eat either.

_Butler_. Well, we ain't runnin' no breadline 'ere. Get along with
ye! _(Slams door.)_

_Jack (stands shaking his head meditatively)_ Gee! This is a cold
world!