"I shall send one to myself to start with," explained Jim, "and then I shall go in at intervals and send wires to you, and the fellows at the hospital."
"Won't you find it rather expensive?"
"My boy, what is money for?" exclaimed the Long 'Un with enthusiasm. "Could I employ it better than in----"
"Yes, a good deal better," retorted Koko; "couldn't you go in and buy halfpenny stamps, and just glance over in her direction?"
"The stamp girl wouldn't like that," returned Mortimer with frank vanity; "but, I say, old man, isn't all this reckoning up of the cost rather sordid?"
"Well, perhaps it is," agreed Koko; "but apart from that, I don't quite see how you can effect anything. She doesn't look the sort of girl you can even discuss the weather with, unless you have been properly introduced to her."
"Never mind that for the present," said Jim. "Try and suggest a suitable telegram for me to send to myself."
"Do you wish to impress her with the fact that you have means?"
"Just as well," said Jim; "I shall have a tidy amount some day, you know."
"Then wire and tell me to put a pot of money for you on a horse."