“Oh, dear, dear, you are careless!”
“And de oder sixpence I give Teddy to bwing me lollies wif.”
“No wonder you were so pleased about a subscription when you had nothing to give. Let’s count how much we’ve got.”
And they all got slates and pencils and added up the sums.
“What do you get?” asked Eileen of Willie.
“Seven and seven pence,” answered Willie.
“Yes, that’s right. What a pity we couldn’t make it eight shillings.”
“Suppose we ask old Joe,” said Eva.
“Oh, no, Miss Gibson mightn’t like it. Now we’d better write out a little speech.”
“Oh, yes, let’s,” cried Doris again. “What’ll we say?”