"Gives it back to me, I reck'n," he answered.
"Well," I continued, "if you don't know how much change there ought to be when you give her a pound and she spends sixteen shillings and three pence halfpenny, how do you know she gives you back the right amount?"
Private Goodbody eyed me with something suspiciously like contempt.
"If my missus started playin' any o' them monkey tricks on me, givin' the wrong change an' sich, I'd put it acrost 'er," he said.
And there the matter rests for the present. I feel that I should not lead Private Goodbody any further into the intricacies of his subject until he has solved my problem. This he resolutely professes himself unable to do, and begs to be allowed to leave it and plunge into the giddy vortex of the multiplication table.
Yours faithfully, MENTOR.
"A cable message of 100 words from London to Johannesburg to-day, at 2s. 6d. a word, costs £1 10s."—Evening Paper.
We suppose the Post Office makes a reduction for taking a quantity.