“Please, I’m going to buy some peppermint and burnt almonds for Ju and me as I go back.”
“Oh, indeed! But suppose you do not have the chance?”
Jamie looked vacantly in his face, then into that of the stolid brother, who was not preparing to show him the pig feeding out of a trough, nor was he calling for tea.
“Come,” said Scantlebray, the elder; “suppose I take charge of that shilling till you have the chance of spending it, young man.”
“Please, I’ll spend it now.”
“Not a bit. You won’t have the chance. Do you know where you are!”
Jamie looked round in distress. He was becoming frightened at the altered tone of the valuer.
“My dear,” said Mr. Scantlebray, “you’re now an honorable inmate of my brother’s Establishment for Idiots, which you don’t leave till cured of imbecility. That shilling, if you please?”