"Ah! there it is again. I never do have any money."
"I gave you a shilling a very little while ago."
"I bought copper caps, and hard-bake."
"Ah! we can't eat our cake, and have it, you know."
"Not cake, father—hardbake!"
"It's all the same. Now, if you were to save up your money, instead of buying trash, you would be able to buy useful things."
"So I will. I'll begin saving directly; the very next shilling you give me, I'll put away, and go on till I've got enough to buy Dyson an ear-trumpet."
"That will be a very good plan."
"When do you suppose you'll be giving me another shilling, father?"