"Good afternoon, Nathaniel. Kindly return my basket." "Is that all you have to say? You disappoint me. I thought you would send me sailing into the horse trough at least. I guess you respect my new position as a man of the world." "You are not a man of the world, you clean paintbrushes, though for the life of me I don't know why Mr. Peale bothers with you. And you will end up in that trough if you don't give back my basket." I paused. "Your shoe buckle is missing." "What?" I grabbed the basket as he looked down to inspect his shoe. "Very funny," he said."