Bargain

The clock that Mr Boxe ordered for the workroom has arrived.

“It was a splendid bargain,” says Mr Boxe.

“It has not got any hands,” says Mr Foxe.

“And so we were not charged for them,” says Mr Boxe. “Therefore, the bargain.”

“But how are we to know the hour?” says Mr Foxe.

“We are artists,” says Mr Boxe. “Why must we shackle ourselves to the wheel of time?”

“Because I don’t want to miss lunch,” says Mr Foxe.