He crossed over to the City Hall Park, and, feeling tired, sat down on one of the benches.

Two bootblacks were already seated upon it.
"Play us a tune, Johnny," said one.
"Will you give me pennies ?" asked Phil doubtfully, for he did not care, with such a severe taskmaster, to work for nothing.
"Yes, we'll give you pennies." Upon this, Phil struck up a tune.
"Where's your monkey ?" asked one of the boys.
"I have no monkey." "If you want a monkey, here's one for you," said Tim Rafferty, putting his hand on his companion's shoulder.
"He's too big," said Phil, laughing.
"Hould yer gab, Tim Rafferty," said the other.

"It's you that'll make a better monkey nor I.Say, Johnny, do you pay your monkeys well ?" "Give me my pennies," said Phil, with an eye to business.
"Play another tune, then." Phil obeyed directions.

When he had finished, a contribution was taken up, but it only amounted to seven cents.

However, considering the character of the audience, this was as much as could be expected.
"How much have you made to-day, Johnny ?" asked Tim.
"A dollar," said Phil.
"A dollar! That's more nor I have made.