"Get out of the house," she said, "and tell Dr. Slasher that I don't understand this conduct at all. He's no gentleman."
"I'll tell him, ma'am," answered Tommy, who was getting bewildered again, and away he posted home.
"Did you make that all right?" he asked.
"You can bet I did," answered Tommy, with a triumphant smile. "I'm the hunky-dory boy who can fix things."
"Well, what did she say?"
"She handed me a shilling for the flowers, which cost two-and-six, but I wasn't going to be beat that way."
"What?"
"She couldn't play that on me, sir, and I made her dub up the other eighteen pence, and she told me to get out of the house, and let you know that you were no gentleman. You see, she was mad because I tumbled to her little game."
The doctor's eyes flashed fire, and his cork leg seemed to quiver with indignation.
"You rascal!" he exclaimed. "Do you want to ruin me? Have you no knowledge of the usages of good society? Does a gentleman ever expect a lady to pay for the presents he makes her?"