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New Zealand Mail, Issue 763, 15 October 1886, Page 9

The following characteristic incident, writes a correspondent of the Dunedin Evening Herald, occurred on Saturday night last. Scene, pavement in front of Wain’s hotel. Two gentlemen in close conversation. A little ragged urchin, without a cap, touches one of the gentlemen and says—“ Would ye look after my bag there till I run down and see if the car is come ?” Gentleman (heartily) —“ All right, my boy ; but where’s the bag ?’’ “ it’s o’er in the gutter there,’ 1 Gentleman—“ Oh, well ; I’ll look after it for you.” Boy ran off as bard as he could. Our informant has a good laugh at the gentleman in charge, chaffing him with having got a job. Presently the boy comes back and seizes the bag. Gentleman in charge says—“ Come here, where have you to go ?" Boy—“ Bottom of King-street.” Gentleman—“ Poor boy ” ; takes out his purse and gives him a coin. Other gentleman to boy—“ When you go home you can tell your father that the Prem'er of New Zealand looked after your potatoes.” Boy—“ My father is dead.”— Exeunt omaes.