Volume Two—Chapter Seven.
Who was that?
“Got your Australian money yet, Dick?” said Hopper the next day, when he dropped in as usual.
“No,” said Dick; “but I’ve got this,” and he flourished the ten-pound note before his old friend.
“Hey? Got that,” said Hopper, putting on a pair of tortoiseshell-rimmed spectacles, and taking the note in his fingers. “Why, it’s—it’s a ten-pound note. It’s a bad one.”
“No,” said Dick triumphantly; “it’s a good one. I asked our grocer.”
“Hey? A good one! Come by it honestly, Dick?”
“Of course he did,” cried Mrs Shingle indignantly.