but I've got to buy the papers first

  "Yes, that is very good wages for a boy."   "I want to try it, too; but I've got to buy the papers first, you know, and I haven't got any money. So, if you'll lend me fifty cents, I'll try it this afternoon."   "You think you can sell them, Jack?"   "I know I can. I'm as smart as Tom Blake, any day."   "Pride goes before a fall!" remarked Rachel, by way of a damper. "Disappointment is the common lot."   "That's just the way all the time," said Jack, provoked.   "I've lived longer than you," began Aunt Rachel.   "Yes, a mighty lot longer," interrupted Jack. "I don't deny that."   "Now you're sneerin' at me on account of my age, Jack. Martha, how can you allow such things?"   "Be respectful, Jack."   "Then tell Aunt Rachel not to aggravate me so. Will you let me have the fifty cents, mother?"   "Yes, Jack. I think your plan is worth trying."   She took out half a dollar from her pocketbook and handed it to Jack.