"Then please take it as a gift."
"A gift!" cried Mr. Giveen. "When did ever a Giveen take food and drink as a gift? Is it a tramp you're takin' me for? Here's sixpence, and that's tuppence too much, but you can keep the change."
"Colonel Bingham!" said Miss Smith-Jackson, perfectly unmoved.
The Colonel, who had overheard the end of Mr. Giveen's remarks, came to the table.
"Now, sir," said Colonel Bingham, "what's the trouble?"
"Trouble! Here's sixpence—a fair price for what I've had. One and sixpence, she asked me—one and sixpence for a cup of tea and a bun!"
Mr. Giveen, who had never been to a bazaar in his life, and who, justly enough, felt outraged, held out his sixpence, this time to Colonel Bingham.
Colonel Bingham looked from the sixpence to Mr. Giveen, and from Mr. Giveen to the sixpence.
"I think, sir," said Colonel Bingham, "you have mistaken the place where you are. If you will kindly step outside with me, I will point you out the way to the village inn, and your admission fee will be returned to you at the door."