"We're all but up to it now," I said. "The excitement is becoming intense."
"Isn't it? And I've got the rest in shillings and sixpences and coppers."
"Away you go, then, and pay for the bicycle."
"Ah, but it isn't as easy as all that. I can't get the money out of the Post-Office."
"What," I said—"they won't let you have your own money? They calmly take the savings of a lifetime and then refuse to give them up?"
"I went round there this morning and they said I'd put the money in in London and there were various formalities to be gone through before I could draw it out here."
"The official mind," I said, "delights in technicalities. Let us see how you stand:—
To save you from the silly game of playing drakes and ducks
You banked the cash in Middlesex—but asked for it in Bucks.
Or we could put it in this way:—