“I’ve got fifteen and sevenpence. How much have you?”
“About three pounds ten.”
She sighed. “This unromantic taxi man would charge us at least five pounds to take us there.”
“We can turn back and fill our pockets at the bank.”
“It’s Sunday.”
“I never before realized the blight of the British Sabbath.”
“So we’re condemned to Fielder’s Park.”
“But one of these days we’ll go, you and I together, to John o’ Groats—as far as we can and then——”
“And then?”
“And then we’ll take a ship and sail and sail until we come to the Fortunate Isles.”