George whistled. He thought that was a great deal of money for a small feather, a bunch of roses, and a plain straw.
Next morning Bess said to him at breakfast, ‘George, you-wanted to make me a present of a three-guinea bonnet yesterday; give me ten shillings to spend instead.’
There was half a sovereign in Bess’s plump little hand directly. That evening they arranged to go for a stroll to look at the shops. Bess went to put on her bonnet, and when she camc into-the parlour George backed into the fireplace with astonishment.
Bess had on the beautiful three-guinea bonnet!
‘Why, how ever did you get it, my dear?’ he said. ‘It’s-awfully extravagant!’
Bess gave a merry little laugh.
‘How much do you think it cost?’ she said.
‘Why, three guineas, of course,’ said George.
‘Nonsense, you dear old stupid! It cost ten shillings!’
‘Did they let you have it for that after all?’