Oh, no doubt he ought to have lectured his wilful little daughter; but he did not. He was a child-spoiler, a chickpecked papa.
By this time they were ready to start.
Jonah brought the bill.
Mr. Force paid it, and gave the waiter half a crown.
Wynnette pulled his sleeve and whispered:
“Papa, give me half a sov. to tip the chambermaid. It’s the regular thing, you know. I mean, papa, dear, that it is usual for ladies to offer some such modest recognition of such young persons’ services.”
“What, my dear, have you no money?” inquired her father, looking at her in some surprise.
“‘Oh, sir, you see me here,
A most poor woman, though a queen,’”
sighed Wynnette, in a very humble air, as she held out her open hand.