“Wrong, sir. Is it worth a bob?” and the urchin grinned delightfully.
“Yes,” he said.
“A day an’ five-sevenths, ’coss one man can do one quarter in a day, and t’other man a third, which is seven-twelfths, leavin’ five-twelfths to be done next day.”
Though the millionaire financier was nettled, he did not show it, but paid the shilling with apparent good grace.
“Did you find that out—or was it Dick Davies?” he asked.
“Both of us, sir, wiv’ a foot rule.”
“And how far is the Symon’s Yat Hotel, measured by that rule?”
“Half a mile, sir, down that there lane.”
While traveling slowly in the narrow way, Simmonds turned his head.