Pupil Teacher.—Twelve—and eight?
Dull Young Man (with water on the brain).—Forty-five!
Sharp Boy.—Twenty!
Pupil Teacher.—Twenty. You're right. And nine?
Dull Young Man (after great consideration).—Twenty-nine!
Pupil Teacher.—Twenty-nine it is. And nine!
Reckless Guesser.—Seventy-four!
Pupil Teacher (drawing nine strokes).—How can that be? Here's nine on 'em! Look! Twenty-nine, and one's thirty, and one's thirty-one, and one's thirty-two, and one's thirty-three, and one's thirty-four, and one's thirty-five, and one's thirty-six, and one's thirty-seven, and one's what?
Reckless Guesser.—Four-and-two-pence farden!
Dull Young Man (who had been absorbed in the demonstration).—Thirty-eight!