A lot of us would gladly let her take
Our WILSON for her very own,
To worship, like a god inside a tin fane,
As WOODROW ONE, First President of Sinn Fein.
O. S.
GOING TO THE BANK.
She thought she had got a bargain. It was only marked "20/-," and would have been double the price at any of the West-end places. So she whipped out her Japanese note-case, paid for it, and carried it off like a whirlwind lest the shopman should find he had made a mistake.
But it was she who had made a mistake, and she broke the news to me at breakfast on the following morning.
Two of her one-pound notes (or, to be exact, my one pound notes) must have stuck together. She had paid the West-end price after all.