Hon. Goldthwaite hand forth 3 gentle-looking potatus.
“23c” he require.
“O, Hon. Groceries!” I abject. “Ladies cannot live on potatus alone. I got 30c with which to obtain lunch for 3. From this I must extract 5c for trolley home-trip. What bill-of-fare can I purchase for 25c remainder?”
“Sardines,” he say, “are nourishing but they tastes lonesome without crackers. These rare fishes costs 20c per box and sifficient crackers to chaperone them would cost 7c. This would leave bonus of 3c for salt. Or if you would think it more delicate you might obtain ½ lb. cheese at 18c and 1 potatus at 7c.”
“I am completely puzzled by this arithmetic,” he said.
“Maybe I should telephone to Mrs. McManus and find what is,” I say so. So I do so.
“Hullo!”
“Yes.”
“This is Togo.”
“O!” Chillbite voice.