"What's that you've got there, eh?" he asked.
The child replied timidly: "Please, father, a fiddle."
"Where did you get 'un—steal it, eh?"
Joe answered, trembling: "No, dada, I bought it."
"Bought it! Where did you get the money?"
"Miss Amory gave it me."
"How much?"
The Gander answered: "Her gave me five shilling."
"Five shillings! And what did that blessed" (he did not say "blessed," but something quite the reverse) "fiddle cost you?"
"Three-and-sixpence."