"No, I hadn't; begging your pardon, Mr. Scruby, for making so free. What I had to my own cheek wasn't nothing to speak of. I wasn't paid for my time; that's what I wasn't. You look how a publican's business gets cut up at them elections;--and then the state of the house afterwards! What would the governor say to me if I was to put down painting inside and out in my little bill?"

"No, I hadn't, begging your pardon, Mr. Scruby. What I had for myself wasn't nothing to speak of. I wasn't paid for my time. And then the state of my tavern afterwards! What would the governor say if I was to put down painting in my little bill? 