"Ten," said the General.
"Fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence, then, is what I want," said Jackanapes.
"God bless my soul! what for?"
"To buy Lollo with. Lollo means red, sir. The Gypsy's red-haired pony, sir. Oh, he is beautiful! You should see his coat in the sunshine! You should see his mane! You should see his tail! Such little feet, sir, and they go like lightning! Such a dear face, too, and eyes like a mouse! But he's a racer, and the Gypsy wants fifteen pounds for him."
"If he's a racer you couldn't ride him. Could you?"
"No—o, sir, but I can stick to him. I did the other day."
"The dooce you did! Well, I'm fond of riding myself; and if the beast is as good as you say, he might suit me."
"You're too tall for Lollo, I think," said Jackanapes, measuring his grandfather with his eye.
"I can double up my legs, I suppose. We'll have a look at him to-morrow."
"Don't you weigh a good deal?" asked Jackanapes.