"St. George Tavern. Oh, stop a minute. Do they pile up the prices steep there?"
"It's reasonable, sir."
"That's all I want. I ain't goin' to pay no fancy prices. How much are you goin' to charge for carryin' me there?"
"Half a crown, sir."
"What in thunder's half a crown?"
"Ain't he precious green?" thought cabby. But he answered, respectfully:
"It's two-and-six, sir."
"Two dollars and six cents?"
"No, sir; two shillin's and sixpence."