"Why, the one Mrs. Idiot sent—this," said Dawkins, taking a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Confoundedly good joke."
The Idiot took up the piece of paper. It was type-written—on Tommy's machine—and read as follows:
November 1 1898
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Dawkins
To Mr. and Mrs. Idiot Dr.
| September 29 | Evening call | 1 |
| Account overdue. Please remit. | ||
"Great Scott!" laughed the Idiot.
"My dear," said the Idiot after the Dawkinses had gone, "that bill of yours was a great idea."
"It wasn't my idea at all—it was yours," said Mrs. Idiot, laughing. "You said we ought to be business-like to the last and send out a statement on the first of the month. I sent it. And they paid up."
"Richard," said Mrs. Dawkins, as they drove home, "did you get a receipt?"