"How much will that be? As much as I said?"
I nodded. The preliminary business settled, she gave a little sigh of happiness, put her arms round her knees, and waited breathlessly for the story she had heard twenty times before.
"Once upon a time there was a man who had three daughters. And one day—"
"What was the man's name?"
"Margery," I said reproachfully, annoyed at the interruption, "you know I NEVER tell you the man's name."
"Tell me now."
"Oswald," I said, after a moment's thought.
"I told Daddy it was Thomas," said Margery casually.
"Well, as a matter of fact, he had two names, Oswald AND Thomas."
"Why did he have two names?"