"Yes?"
"And she was selling tea behind a counter and up I went, and 'What can I serve you with?' says she. 'A cup of tea,' says I, 'and a bun.'"
"How funny! What did she reply?"
"Faith, I forget, but the next she says to me, 'One and sixpence,' she says."
"Yes?"
"One and sixpence!" suddenly burst out Mr. Giveen. "Why, you might have knocked me down with a feather. And I put me hand into me pocket, and 'Here's sixpence for you,' says I, 'and that's tuppence too much; but you can keep the change.' With that she called an old gentleman up with a red face, and then Mr. Smith came and took me by the arm, and out we went."
"And the sixpence?"
"Faith, I've got it still in me pocket."
"How awfully amusing! But look, Mr. Smith has got us a cab. Thanks, no, I never take gentlemen's arms; it is quite unnecessary."
They took their seats in the taxi, Miss Hitchen and Mr. Dashwood in the back seat, Mr. Giveen sitting opposite to Miss Hitchen.