“If you don’t shut up, I will,” said the purse.
“I won’t,” said Carl. “And you’ve got to go on.”
“The next place I was in was a gentleman’s pocket.”
“How did you get there?”
“He came to buy a purse, and so a number of us were thrown out upon the counter, and he looked at us and tried us, and bought me and put me in his pocket.”
“What did you do there?”
“There my business was to hold guineas and half-guineas, and crowns and half-crowns, and all sorts of beautiful pieces of silver and gold.”
“And cents?” said Carl.
“Not such a thing. My master hadn’t any. He threw all his pennies away as fast as he got ’em.”